I hope you’re ok: An open letter to those who struggle on Mother’s Day

Mother's Day has come and gone. The remnants of the day can still be found in the wilting flowers, Hallmark cards, and brunch leftovers. Another less talked about Mother's Day residue is the remaining negative feelings that some people experience. Mother's Day can be difficult for a lot of different reasons. The struggles of infertility, … Continue reading I hope you’re ok: An open letter to those who struggle on Mother’s Day

The Social Isolation of Motherhood: The transition from social butterfly to diapers.

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 The Social Isolation of Motherhood: The transition from social butterfly to diapers.

When in doubt, send snacks: Advocating for the return of the proverbial fruit basket.

Words easily fail to adequately describe emotions. Displaying sympathy, empathy, and a general desire to show support can be difficult. Phone calls are awkward, texts are juvenile, emails are open to the interpretation of the reader (let's be honest, when we are at our worst so are our interpretation skills). Cards can be sweet and … Continue reading When in doubt, send snacks: Advocating for the return of the proverbial fruit basket.

What a mental health nurse wants you to know about mental health care.

Mental healthcare is a topic that is widely talked about but limitedly understood. I by no means claim to have all the answers but as a mental health nurse I do have some insight. We do not become mental health nurses by accident. No one just falls until mental health nursing. Pursuing a career in … Continue reading What a mental health nurse wants you to know about mental health care.

The impact that my developmentally disabled brother has on my children. 

My brother Joseph has always played a large role in my life. As my life has matured and changed he has been an ever present source of consistency. His childlike mentality has remained unchanged throughout the years. Change causes him a significant amount of anxiety and my family and I have done our best to … Continue reading The impact that my developmentally disabled brother has on my children. 

The Ultimate “Me Time”: A Kid Free Vacation

Parenting by definition is stressful. Constantly being subjected to the energy sucking nature of kids takes a toll mentally, physically, and emotionally. There reaches a point where you have to make a choice. You have to choose your own well-being above all. For any parent this is by no means an easy task… but it … Continue reading The Ultimate “Me Time”: A Kid Free Vacation

Post-Party Hangover: When no more craps are given.

Parties are great. Whatever the occasion, you are celebrating something with the people you care about. Even if that celebration is simply that you are able to spend time together. The amount of preparation, planning, and anxiety associated with the event pays off in love, laughter, and memories. Almost every party has that moment when … Continue reading Post-Party Hangover: When no more craps are given.

Our crap filled Saturday night: A humorous take on septic back-up. 

It was a long and busy Saturday with my little family.   My husband and I were spent and so were the rugrats.  I put together a gourmet dinner of leftovers and then tossed all three kids into the tub.    The kiddos were having a good time in the tub.  This included draining and … Continue reading Our crap filled Saturday night: A humorous take on septic back-up. 

Stealing time: Creating a break. 

I should be putting away laundry.   I really need to clean the kitchen. The vacuum needs attention.  There is an unidentified smell in the family room.   But for a moment, I don't care.  Right now I'm enjoying a moment. A little stolen moment where I can sit and do nothing. Currently I am … Continue reading Stealing time: Creating a break.Â