Stop with the unicorn poop.

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.

Presence Not Presents 

Christmas is full of planning, stress, and obligations. The anxiety of the day can take over rather quickly. The distractions of the holiday details can blur your view of what is truly important. Many times this holiday season I have found myself worrying about preparing to have a perfect day. I worry my children will … Continue reading Presence Not Presents¬†

When a “beauty specialist” reveals your “level of aging”.

I am not a woman who puts a lot of value in makeup. It is more of a nuisance to me than a necessity. That being said, makeup has its place. I would feel foolish walking into a big event without a few strokes of mascara and a dash of color. Because of this, I … Continue reading When a “beauty specialist” reveals your “level of aging”.

Being a mom has made me boring.

I randomly discovered an hour of time. The littlest kids were asleep and the oldest wouldn't be home from school for a bit. The laundry was done, dinner was cooking, and the cleanliness of the house would probably pass a CPS inspection. This was a true hour when I could do anything I wanted. I … Continue reading Being a mom has made me boring.

When a hot guy calls you “ma’am” for the first time.

In my day, I had it. I was able to grab the attention of a room, manipulate men to my whims, and basically use my womanly means to my full advantage. Does this sound shallow, borderline derogatory, and against everything women are fighting for currently? Yep. Is it still true? Yep. I've never really accepted … Continue reading When a hot guy calls you “ma’am” for the first time.

Single Moms, I don’t know how you do it because this is freaking hard.

Having kids can be a parasitic relationship. Kids feast on your energy, drain your resources, and deeply compromise your mental health status. These little mites create an environment of chaos. Sometimes I find myself throwing a pity party for one when the stresses of the day simply become overwhelming. I might even put together a … Continue reading Single Moms, I don’t know how you do it because this is freaking hard.

Tonight I cried in front of my kids.

There are days that are more emotionally taxing than others. We've all been in an emotionally vulnerable frame of mind that leaves us exhausted. For me, today was one of those days. Emotional vulnerability is not something I am comfortable with. I prefer to keep my emotions tight-lipped. Honestly, I'd rather have a colonoscopy than … Continue reading Tonight I cried in front of my kids.

Honest Mothering: Sometimes it’s ok to suck.

I constantly see articles about "hacks" for moms. These are bullshit. No mom needs to spend their time making "lunchable style sushi" or any other form of trying to cater to their little snowflake at the expense of their personal well-being. Honestly how is adding more time sucking activities to the day at all helpful? … Continue reading Honest Mothering: Sometimes it’s ok to suck.

And God Laughed: Taking on church with kids.

Going anywhere with kids is like playing a twisted game of Russian Roulette. When you pull the trigger and leave the house you could end up with a scenario of a gentle adrenaline letdown with an anticlimactic outing or you could experience the unfortunate proverbial bullet. Church is one of those destinations that seems to … Continue reading And God Laughed: Taking on church with kids.

When the Mama Bear instincts kick in: The first bully.

Instincts to protect our little ones are strong. There are times I have found myself channeling The Matrix with my ability to intervene during typical childhood injury inducing events. For instance, while peeing with a full audience, I was able to leap mid-pee to catch one of my little cubs after an ill-advised leap off … Continue reading When the Mama Bear instincts kick in: The first bully.