This is my callout to all the unaware (or maybe aware but until now not so caring) twatwaffles of the world. Knock it off. Collaborate with the women around you. Hold in the passive- aggressive bullshit. Listen to someone else. Genuinely connect. It's amazing how far not acting like a twatwaffle can get you.
"I am finally able to use the text option instead of voice commands on my phone again."
I'm just a mama, looking to get less fat than I was last week. I am not a tire flipping, barbell lifting, competition maniac. What the hell I am getting into?
"I just got passed by a 10 year old. Ok, this is a little embarrassing better get moving."
In life many people strive for perfection. There is an image of a perfection that seems completely unobtainable. Guess what, it is unobtainable. I am now a mom of three under five, in my thirties, and there are just so many damns I do not give. Damn not given #1: Toxic relationships: Growing up I … Continue reading Giving Up on Giving a Damn
You're sick. Not the sniffles but full-blown sinus pressure, nausea, body aches, weird drainage, can't think, can't breathe, fever, coughing, sore throat, full-blown exhaustion kind of sick. Basically, you've become a walking receptacle for all germs and your poor immune system is getting its ass kicked. It's not surprising that physical illness inhibits your ability … Continue reading 5 truths of a sick mom.
He continued with his condescending comments so I sat back on the couch. Inward f-bombs followed
Like Oprah's Favorite Things list but, WAY more practical.
As an adult (ok, adultish) woman I often question the trends that go around regarding social media. Chain letter messages, like = 1 prayer, share this post and you'll get a portion of a lottery win... all that bullshit. I've been a member of social media since it's infancy of MySpace. When Facebook came around … Continue reading Why is this even a thing?
Commence with the damage control...