I roll my eyes every time I have to write or say "athleisure".
The company of animals makes children compassionate, kind and sensitive individuals. They learn the importance of putting others before themselves.
Passion is a motivator. Pursuing a passion is supposed to be one of the greatest accomplishments in a lifetime. When reading obituaries it is common to read about what passions helped to shape and fulfill the life of the person lost. Passion is what forces action, compassion, and change. However, it is important to remember … Continue reading Burnout is a bitch.
Like Oprah's Favorite Things list but, WAY more practical.
New Year's Eve used to be a big deal. In my younger years plans were laid out weeks ahead of time. It felt important to really nail the whole New Year's thing in order for the upcoming year to get off on the right foot. As the years have gone by a lot of things … Continue reading How New Year’s Eve changes after you have kids.
They went on to say that it was always about me and what a bitch I was and... that's when they noticed me standing there, listening to them.
Christmas tree, presents, cookies, vomit, boogers, and fevers. All of these things describe Christmas traditions in our home. Since having children we have not experienced a holiday season without a gross illness sweeping through our household. It's as if my family's immune system takes a holiday during Christmas break. Our home echoes with sneezes, coughing, … Continue reading It wouldn’t be Christmas without sick kids.
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?
I hurt everywhere and I have downed a enough ibuprofen to kill a horse...
I was sitting cuddled on the couch with my 5-year old daughter. It was a cool morning and we were wrapped together under a quilt. I had an oversized mug full of hot coffee and copious amounts of cream. It felt pretty picture perfect. Then it happened. A commercial came on for an ice cream … Continue reading Stop with the unicorn poop.