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

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.

And I wish I had been doing those 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.

Here is a short list:

1. Tanning at the $1 Wash and Tan.… CONTINUE READING


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.

He seemed very surprised at this answer coming from me.… 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

I know that going to get a pedicure won’t cure the burnout of a mom, but it feels pretty damn good to be alone for two hours without the kids. And that’s exactly what I’m doing right now. And it’s glorious.

I feel like social media has been such a buzzkill lately, especially with Election Day right around the corner. There’s so much trash talk and negativity and it don’t like it.

But there is also so much good on social media. So many ways to stay in touch with friends you don’t get to see nearly as much as you want.… CONTINUE READING

Approximately 35 years ago, I was born. I think I might have come out sneezing.

I am a huge nerd with a long list of allergies. When I was in high school my eyes would swell shut at track meets from the grass. Always an extremely attractive look for anyone I was trying to impress. Or see.

For some reason, my parents never thought that taking me to get tested for allergies was a good idea, so I just suffered.

When I turned into an actual adult, I had enough. I was starting to get migraines and took matters into my own hands because I had good insurance.… CONTINUE READING

35 is actually knowing who you are as person but still questioning each and every decision you make.

35 is wanting to go to bed but craving time alone to watch Bachelor in Paradise – or something equally as trashy.

35 is spending a night drinking with your friends then spending the next day feeling like shit because you aren’t 21 anymore.

35 is working out in the morning but complaining about your creaky bones when you walk up steps.

35 is wanting to spend all the time with your children but also locking yourself in the bathroom with your coffee so no one will touch you with their grubby hands.… CONTINUE READING

I have been, and continue to be, very open about my experiences with depression and anxiety.

Depression and anxiety are illnesses that I will most likely deal with for the rest of my life.

But there is one thing that I wasn’t doing that I should have done a long time ago when it came to coping with my depression and anxiety.

I wasn’t going to therapy.

I have been to therapy before, but it was always one of those things that I thought of as something that was nice to do, but not necessary. I would go to a few visits, then ghost my therapist like a bad date because other things in life took precedence.… CONTINUE READING

I feel like self-care has become such a buzzword lately. It’s everywhere, mostly in parenting blogs, like mine – HA.

“Moms need to take care of themselves! You have to practice self-care to be a balanced human and a good parent and spouse. Blah blah blah.”

But seriously, who has time for self-care? To me, it feels like just another task that has to be completed, and if it’s between me doing the laundry and going to see a movie by myself, I’m going to do the laundry.

I know, the laundry will wait for me. It’s not moving.

No shit, my laundry hasn’t moved without my help over the last ten years.… CONTINUE READING