LIFE

Dear 24-year old me,

I know that you are having a hard time with life right now. You are battling depression and anxiety and sometimes you literally don’t know how you are going to make it through the day. Your mind is full of doubt and racing with worry to the point of having panic attacks.

So you self-medicate and drink. And drink. And drink. You still make it to your 8-5 job with a smile on your face and manage to somehow make it through each day. But you are hiding the fact that you are so hungover from last night’s bar crawl that you have to run to the bathroom to vomit a few times.… CONTINUE READING

On my Facebook page the other day, I decided to jump on the “How Hard Has Aging Hit You Extravaganza for 30-Somethings Reliving Their Best Life Via Facebook” challenge. I had my profile picture from college next to my current profile picture. The pictures were taken approximately twelve years and one hundred forty-two bottles of self tanner apart.

I could say that having children aged me. Or having a full time job and a mortgage and responsibilities has aged me. But I know that it’s really the fact that I am actually twelve years older that has aged me. And I have cut the tanning bed out of my life.… CONTINUE READING

For the last four years or so, I have consistently talked about how I need to get my shit together. You know, start recycling, shower on a regular basis, make sure I actually make it to the lunches I plan with friends, do a great job at work, take care of my children, do the laundry every weekend, spend quality time with my husband, find a hobby that doesn’t include alcohol, lose 20 pounds and Marie Kondo my entire home.

How many other ladies out there have felt the same way? Raise your hands, I know you have said the exact same thing.… CONTINUE READING

Let’s just start out by saying that I am a legit child of the 80’s. Going to eat lunch or dinner at Ponderosa was BIG DEAL when I was six. I mean, that was before my city got a Sizzler, but we won’t go there.

Ponderosa was such a big deal in Owensboro, KY, that we had two of them. They were approximately five stoplights away from each other and are both closed now.

I remember going there as a child and staring at the salad bar in awe. It was enormous. Salad and chicken wings and rolls and mashed potatoes and did I mention the soft serve ice cream machine??… CONTINUE READING

Can you still call it a postpartum body if your baby is one?

Actually, he’s fifteen months, but I know people don’t like it when you say your child’s age in months.

It has been fifteen months since I had my eight pound, two ounce baby via c-section, and I’m still not happy with how I look.

Now, don’t bombard me with your diet plans people. Thanks. In. Advance.

So here’s the deal. I’ve always been what my mom calls “curvy”. After I had Baby Boy #1, she pretty much told me that I would never get my old body back.… CONTINUE READING

I never started this blog thinking of it as being faith-based. I actually tried to stray from it because I felt like it would alienate some readers. It was a parenting blog. From a parent that knew nothing about parenting. I wanted other parents to realize that they weren’t alone in this crazy, scary, yet oddly satisfying journey.

And people read it. And they liked it. And it became something that I have been really proud of.

I have received some negative feedback from people when I cussed or talked about drinking in my posts.

But hey, I was writing about real life.… CONTINUE READING

I haven’t been very dedicated to my blog lately. And I can feel it in my attitude about life. I can feel it in the stress I’m carrying in my shoulders.

This blog is an outlet for me, and when I let it slide, I start to let myself slide a little too.

So once again, I am selfishly writing a blog post to help make myself feel better. And to help me finish climbing out of that hole.

About four months ago, I hit some roadblocks. Cy Baby was referred to a pediatric neurologist. And a few other life detours popped up that I was not expecting.… CONTINUE READING

Yesterday was my 34th birthday.

In my personal opinion, my life is really just beginning. It was five years ago yesterday that my husband proposed to me in our backyard.

We now have two beautiful and crazy little boys. We have a home, a dog, good jobs, good health, cars, and all those other blessings we tend to forget about when things start going a way we don’t expect.

To commemorate my 34th birthday, I wanted to write about 34 things I have learned in my 34 years here on Earth.

Disclaimer: If you do not agree with these points, I honestly don’t care.… CONTINUE READING

I wrote a little on my Facebook page last week about my issues with depression before I had kids. I heard about Kate Spade, the woman I literally thought had it all, committing suicide and I really flashed back to some years of my life that were less than desirable.

I feel that over the last eight or so years, I’ve learned a lot about myself as a human. I went from being in a deep depression and funk that led me down a bad path to finally seeing the light and learning who I really was.

I was the face of depression that people didn’t expect.… CONTINUE READING

I don’t know why I find it so hard at the age of 33 to consider myself an adult. I have all the necessary credentials.

  • A mortgage and a home
  • A husband
  • Two kids
  • A dog
  • A full time job
  • A 401k
  • Student loan debt
  • And so on and so forth

But I still think of myself as a kid. Probably because I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing when it comes to raising my children. It can be a real shit show around here sometimes.

Disclaimer: Every once in a while I’ll have a good day and I’ll jinx it by thinking about what a rock star I was.… CONTINUE READING