Meri Perra blogs about the challenges she and her partner face in trying to raise their girls with feminist values 
The timeline of my life recently struck 3-5. I’m still waiting for the party. In the meantime, I’ve had the opportunity to grow as a person. Or feel less sorry for myself, so that’s something.
You what it’s like: First one family member gets sick. Your kids are almost always the germy culprits, the patient zeros of the household. Moms brave through the multi-coloured leaky snots, the pukes, the fevers and, worse, the infinite grumpiness. Oh the infinite grumpiness is the worst of all.
But once in a while too much snot and puke and grump is like kryptonite for even the super-est of super moms. This time, I got sick.
