I have seven more hours. Seven hours until the sun comes up and the world demands my attention. I will be forced to perform as an adult on the highest level. Three kids, the house, the farm, the husband, and work all want me. They all want all of me. Here's the thing. … Continue reading I should be sleeping: Enjoying the quiet of the late night hours.
We the Women of the Tired Not Dead, in Order to form a more perfect Impact, establish street-cred, insure domestic Humor, provide for the common comedic relief of ladies everywhere, promote the general welfare of tired women, and secure the Blessings of zoning out to her in her household, and our Posterity, do ordain and … Continue reading We The Women: The Constitution of TND
I believe the trauma of my bangs experience goes back to the very early 2000s. This was the era of large curled bangs that required at least one can of shellac daily. I was young, and my bangs had to be all the rage. I had the biggest and most perfectly curled bangs... until … Continue reading Bangs: The struggle is real.
Pinterest is the epitome of smoke and mirrors. Pinterest has completely convinced me that I can do anything in only 78 easy steps. Case and point I volunteered to cater my mother's retirement party. I'm a nurse, a mother of 3 kids under 5-years old, and not a damn caterer. It all … Continue reading I am a Pinterest Fail
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 I don’t have people… I have kids: A confession of social isolation.
There is a rule in my home regarding the pristine condition of, well, everything. That rule is that nothing, absolutely nothing, will stay in any form of pristine condition. Somewhere between all the farm critters, my husband's constant projects, 3 kids, and my own general clumsiness, pristine gets lost. I have gathered a small body of … Continue reading This is why we can’t have nice things.
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