Pinterest is the epitome of smoke and mirrors. Pinterest has completely convinced me that I can do anything in only 78 easy steps. Case and point I volunteered to cater my mother's retirement party. I'm a nurse, a mother of 3 kids under 5-years old, and not a damn caterer. It all … Continue reading I am a Pinterest Fail
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
I have experienced times in my parenting life that I have been asked to let "all my friends know" about whatever event or another. At these points I typically just stare off into a distance and look dumbfounded. Most notably my Tired Not Dead partner recently asked me to invite "my people" to a Tired … Continue reading I don’t have people… I have kids: A confession of social isolation.
There is a rule in my home regarding the pristine condition of, well, everything. That rule is that nothing, absolutely nothing, will stay in any form of pristine condition. Somewhere between all the farm critters, my husband's constant projects, 3 kids, and my own general clumsiness, pristine gets lost. I have gathered a small body of … Continue reading This is why we can’t have nice things.
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.
Working in the field of nursing is challenging. Constant changes are just part of the job. One thing that never seems to change is the family atmosphere of the nursing profession. It only makes sense. Staff spend late nights, weekends, and holidays together. Often times we see each other more often than many of … Continue reading RN Culture: One Big Dysfunctional Family
My drunk self would appreciate it if you would humor me though.
I am a greasy lady. I sweat while sitting. I sweat a shit-ton when stressed. When I work out, forget about it. In my younger days I was a two-shower-a-day lady. In high school/college I could have easily supplied enough moisture to function as a household humidifier. Marriage, big-girl job, and three … Continue reading Ode to Dry Shampoo
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
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