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  • How Much ________ is Dangerous for Kids?

    The phone is ringing while I am typing my latest Google inquiry: how much melatonin is dangerous for kids? Seriously. Melatonin as in that “sleep aid” hormone you can take over the counter… My two-year-old helped himself to who-knows-how-many 5mg rapid dissolve pills this morning. The worst part was this was my third phone call into Poison Control in the last two weeks, I thought it was one week, so go me *insert eye roll*.Not for the same child, thank goodness, or the same issue, thank goodness. But gosh I feel like the parent of the year. I am convinced now that I am definitely but slowly allowing my children…

  • The Heavy Stuff

    I would be lying if I said I am not tired, really exhausted would be a better word. I am anxious and curious about the future. I am missing my husband terribly… To all you single parents out there you deserve a medal because I have LOTS of help and I still struggle with getting up and making the breakfast, or fixing the meals, finding something educational to do so I feel validated letting the boys veg out in front of a movie or two, not to mention prepping dinner, then it’s bedtime. Hopefully I remembered to brush my teeth somewhere in there… Some days are much heavier than others,…

  • It’s a season…

    How many thousands’s of times have we all heard that? How many billions of times have we said that? Probably too many. I don’t disagree with the figure of speech per se but good golly gosh if it doesn’t feel like this “season” has lasted for years. It is hard and sometimes I want to have a bad attitude about it. I think that frustration at it’s core is a healthy thing to feel when life is putting you through the wringer. I’m in a season of change, like the big scary kind that makes me think yeah season makes sense because broken down it is seas-on and it sure…

  • It’s Not Just You, It’s Me Too

    It’s 10:49 pm and I’m sitting here in the dark twiddling my fingers deciding how to start this. My almost six year-old is snoozing next to me while my almost three year-old is passed out in mommy’s recliner… I’ve never really had a writers bug or an “itch” so to speak. But I do love to talk and share my experiences, especially ones better whispered about in the dark to your best friend. I wanted to write this for you friend. To start I’ll give you as brief of an introduction as possible. I am long winded and tend to ramble and turn one story into at least ten different…