I am writing another selfish blog post. A post because I’m at the tip of the mom iceberg. Because I just can’t.
So cliche of me to use that term – just can’t – but it feels like the only way to explain my life at this moment.
I thought about possibly not writing this post at all, because I would sound like all I did was complain. But hey, we all need some time to vent and this is much cheaper than therapy.
And I also thought, you know, there might actually be another mom out there reading this post that just yelled at her 3 year old to GO TO BED for the sixth time and will feel a little better knowing she isn’t the only one.… CONTINUE READING
Last night, I tried co-sleeping for 2 hours, 47 minutes and 36 seconds. It was awful. Absolutely terrible.
I know right now, people are thinking one of two things.
1. Co-sleeping is beautiful and forms a bond with your child.
2. Co-sleeping is dangerous.
There is nothing wrong with either of these stances on co-sleeping. We are all allowed to have our opinions.
Before last night, my thoughts on co-sleeping were that I didn’t really give a flying f*** what anyone else did or where anyone else slept, I just needed to be guaranteed my seven hours of beauty sleep.
Everything in life has felt a little heavy lately. I was down and out with pneumonia last week and found myself watching the news a lot. There is a lot of bad stuff going on in the world. A school shooting that was a little too close to home. I considered writing about my thoughts on some of the bad stuff. But decided to stick with something lighter for today. Because I think we could all use a little pick me up.
So here goes.
I woke up one day last week and walked downstairs. I turned on the living room lamp and something looked a little off.… CONTINUE READING
If you visit my home unexpectedly, be prepared to be shocked and possibly disgusted.
I have a three and a half year-old little boy, a six month-old, and a 75-pound black lab.
Disclaimer: I also have a husband named Logan but he does not usually cause people to be shocked and disgusted so I’m leaving him out of this one.
When you ring the doorbell, you will most likely be greeted by me. I will be wearing a pair of leggings and an over sized sweatshirt that has spit up on it. My hair will be in a top knot and I will not have a stitch of makeup on.… CONTINUE READING
When Christmas time rolls around, I really find it hard to write about Christmas. Because it is everywhere. And it has been for MONTHS.
So I like to change things up a bit. I can’t take anymore Christmas carols. No more letters to Santa. I’m struggling to find new places for the damn elf on the shelf I gave into. Can Christmas come and I enjoy it fully and I have a wonderful time with my family then it be over?
Happy Thanksgiving people! In this day and age, that means it’s time to talk about Christmas. I know, I don’t like it either. I am usually the mom that waits until the very last minute to buy all Christmas presents, but I am making an effort to do a better job this year. I have a three year old so he is actually really excited and that gets me excited!
My normal Christmas mantra is minimal. My kids do not need any more toys.
So in this guide I’ve highlighted some of the hands-down classic winners, a really expensive but cool learning toy and something I use because I guess I’m just selfish.… CONTINUE READING
Let’s get real today. I write a parenting blog. But I wouldn’t exactly call it a REAL parenting blog.
When I look at REAL parenting blogs, they include content that someone might find useful when raising their child, such as potty training how-to’s or the best way to diffuse a tantrum. Maybe how to do baby-led weaning.
But I can’t write about those topics! Why not? I am completely unqualified.
I am raising my children on a wish, a prayer, caffeine and wine.
I still can’t get my three and a half year old, Henry, to poop in the potty. And i’m not looking for anymore advice on that one people!
Let’s be honest. Like super honest. We all have unrealistic expectations. We have these images in our mind of how life is going to be and then when it doesn’t happen that exact way, we get extremely disappointed.
Why can’t we just be honest with ourselves in the beginning? Admit that life isn’t perfect, our kids aren’t perfect, and we sure as hell aren’t perfect.
It’s like the Pinterest fail. You follow the directions exactly to make a nativity scene for Christmas out of toothpicks and rubber cement and end up with a big pile of nothing and a toddler with two fingers glued together.… CONTINUE READING