Danielle Herzog has been writing The Sassy Housewife, Momaha's weekly advice column, for two years. Today, she's saying goodbye to move on to new endeavors and explore other avenues.

Dear Sassy Housewife: My daughter is 13 years old and loves to sing. She is constantly in her room, singing along to Taylor Swift and any other teeny bopper musician I can never remember the name of. And I love that singing makes her so happy. However, here’s the hard part: she has an absolute terrible singing voice.

Dear Sassy Housewife: I’ve been dating a guy for about two years and we are talking about getting engaged in the next few months. He’s everything I could want in a partner and I’m so in love with him. The only problem is that he doesn’t want to have children. 

Dear Sassy Housewife: I think my 15-year-old son is gay, but he hasn’t said anything to me. I’m a single mother without a father-figure for him in the picture and I’m worried that he doesn’t feel he can talk to me about these things. I’ve never spoken out against homosexuality, but it isn’t something we have talked about either. I’ll love him no matter what happens. Do I ask him if he’s gay or do I just wait and see if he ever talks to me about it?

Dear Sassy Housewife:I’m a stay-at-home mom to three children. When my two oldest were home, before they were old enough to start school, I loved being home with them. But now that I’m home with my third, I have to admit, I don’t really enjoy it anymore. I’m finding my patience tested more and I’m more anxious and on edge than ever before. I feel bad because I feel like I’m not giving my third as much as I gave the other two. What do I do?

Since my children were babies, we started swim lessons. My son is 3 and has been going since he was 9 months old. We tell people that we want him to be a strong swimmer and be able to swim independently at a young age. But that’s not really why we do it.

My son’s first day of preschool is tomorrow. He has his backpack all packed, his new sneakers ready to be worn and a constant smile on his face at the mere mention of going to school. He’s all ready.

When I was in college, I took a very interesting sociology class. In it we discussed racism and how at times it is something we aren’t aware of in ourselves. The professor said he hesitated to call it racism because that would imply that there was a choice yet his theory was that such behavi…

I’m losing my ever-loving mind. My kids are sick of playing in the pool. Sick of splash parks. Sick of playing outdoor games. And, honestly, so am I.

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