Once upon a time, approximately 25-ish years ago, I was an awkward sixth grader at St. Angela Merici elementary, a catholic school in Kentucky.
At this point in my life, I was awkward AF. I might have had contacts by then, but most likely, I was rocking some coke-bottle glasses because I am blind.
To say it in the nicest way, I was average looking. The good news is I had a stellar personality. I still had not grown into my body. I had lanky arms and legs and my ears were far bigger than I liked. My mom made me wear a sports bra, because I was starting to “blossom”, but I hated wearing it because none of my friends wore one.… CONTINUE READING
I didn’t see this photo until it appeared on my Timehop 3 years later, on Simon’s birthday yesterday.
Actually, someone probably showed it to me in the recovery room, but that was all a huge blur.
I remember that when they pulled him out of my c-section stomach, he was making a bit of a wheezy noise. He cried a little, but mostly he just mean mugged everyone and made this raspy little noise. My very first thought was that he looked so pissed off.
My second thought was that he was beautiful, but in an angry, I’m scared of my toddler right now kind of way. … CONTINUE READING
It has been over two months since I have written a blog post. I wish I could say that it’s because I was having so much fun with my family during this global pandemic that I didn’t have time to write.
But that would be a lie.
I have seen so many women posting about how wonderful quarantine has been at home with their families. That even though things have gotten rough, they are making it through and coming out on the other side of this a much better person overall. They have succulents and do crafts with their kids.
I have been so overwhelmed lately. I think that’s why it has been so long since I’ve written an actual blog post. I can’t write when I don’t have a clear head.
And lately, my head has been a jumbled mess. I don’t even know what my jumbled mess is made of. It’s a mixture of scary feelings, big emotions and sarcasm.
I know there’s a lot of fear in there. I have been going between working remotely and at the office. I work in mental health and we are an essential business. Part of my job is social media, so I look at a lot of news to see what’s going on so I can post about relevant things.… CONTINUE READING
Back when I was in college at Western Kentucky University from approximately 2003-2007, I was what you would call a “broke-ass bitch.” I also had a large group of friends I will call my “broke-ass bitch” friends.
I often ask myself – and them – why we were so broke. All of us had jobs. Most of us were servers or bartenders. We all worked a lot.
So what were we spending all of our money on? Odd that you ask. I had to think hard about this.
Last week, I was talking to a man who asked me if I thought
women could have it all. You know, the whole shebang. The real deal. The DREAM.
A beautiful family, a great career, a house with a white picket fence and a dog
that doesn’t jump on every person that enters the house. A great social life, a
physically fit body with flawless makeup and a humanitarian.
I came to the quick conclusion that no, women cannot have it all.
We can make it look that way on social media, but we all know that’s not true.
Today, I felt the need to tell this story of true and honest mom failure. It was a literal hot mess and I don’t know why I ever attempt to do anything with grace and tact.
So here’s the deal. Why is taking a baby somewhere in the rain a total f-ing shit show? As in, I would rather just stay home but unfortunately not wanting to get out in the rain is not an acceptable excuse to skip your child’s doctor’s appointment.
Sidebar: Yesterday Henry told me and my husband he never wanted to go anywhere again. When we asked why, he simply said, “November”.… CONTINUE READING
A few days before Christmas, I decided that I needed a break. I was tired, agitated, stressed and couldn’t stop thinking about everything I needed to do to prepare for the upcoming holiday.
I decided to do a social media blackout. I took the social media apps off my phone and dove into ALL the things that needed to be done. Not surprisingly, I finished them in a record amount of time.
As a blogger, I spend a lot of time on social media. That is simply part of my brand. But part of the reason I started my blog is because social media puts such crazy unrealistic expectations into our lives.… CONTINUE READING