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.
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
Commence with the damage control...
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”.
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.
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.
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.
Even my fat pants have stopped lying to me.