I am finally lying in bed, good wine buzz, sleeping family, and now I have a moment to think. Of course I am dark and twisty inside, so my head instantly goes to imagining my own death. I start to wonder about my personal impact. While trying to identify a personal definition, I … Continue reading If My Friends Wrote On My Tombstone
Camping. What sounds better than leaving the house (which we have worked so hard on and paid so much money for) to live like banshees out in the woods? How does that sound appealing? We leave the luxuries of running water and electricity, so we can do all the same shit-chores without any of the … Continue reading Camping: One Big NOPE.
My drunk self would appreciate it if you would humor me though.
This list could go for days but let's focus on mom-specific ones for a moment. [Not] Keeping our shit together A facade of competence. A well put-together exterior but inside there might be a hot mess of insecurity and exhaustion. When the meltdown happens, it hits hard. Feelings of hopelessness, anxiousness, guilt, and like you're … Continue reading Socially Unacceptable
Sometimes when the tiredness is almost more than you can bear, you just need a moment. A moment that makes you realize that even though you feel overwhelmed and like you can't give anything more, that you are just tired. A little sleep and the world will be right again. You can give your whole … Continue reading Tired Not Dead
Taking my baby home for the first time was terrifying. I am an educated adult and stuff, but when I was on my way out of the hospital for the first time with the little bundle, I had no idea what happened next. I was free to go and figure it out. Trial by fire. … Continue reading I can just…go?
Tired Not Dead 