#1 So it was made apparent to me, by my husband, that our lives have been missing some chaos. A hobby farm, bee keeping, chickens, 2 cats, deaf dog, gardens, maple syrup side hustle, hunting seasons, 2 jobs, 1 wife in school, and 3 kids under 7 was just a touch dull. Obviously, the answer … Continue reading Sometimes lizards happen. The story of how I ended up being the mother of a dragon.
Let's just be honest here...
"I just got passed by a 10 year old. Ok, this is a little embarrassing better get moving."
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.
"I bet none of my friends will share this..." This phrase seems to pull at the share buttons of thousands of unsuspecting people. It never fails, I open my social media and damnit, it's full of this bullshit. Let's take a long, hard look at these posts and the obvious reasons they are nothing but … Continue reading Don’t share that, you look stupid.
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.
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.
Commence with the damage control...