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

Struggling is waking up every morning to your alarm clock, the sound of a crying baby, hours before you expect it.

Struggling is thinking about all the things you need to accomplish that day and feeling your chest tighten a little.

Struggling is trying to keep it together, so they don’t fall apart.

Struggling is making it down the stairs before the kids roll out of bed just to realize you forgot to make that last minute trip to the grocery for milk last night.

Struggling is crying in the bathroom while the shower runs, clutching a cup of coffee, and watching tiny little fingers reach under the door.… CONTINUE READING

That Moment

That moment when you are looking at pictures and realize that your baby boys aren’t babies anymore.

That moment that a tiny little piece of your heart feels like it is literally breaking into pieces because you might never get to rock them to sleep again.

That moment, that gut-wrenching moment, that your two-year old calls you Mommy for the first time instead of Mama.

That moment when your five-year old gets his first big boy haircut and you watch his little curls fall to the floor and try not to cry.

That moment when they give you the best hug and you try so hard not to let go because you don’t know when you might get another one.… CONTINUE READING

Boy Mom

Life as a boy mom is having that sweet baby boy placed in your arms for the first time and immediately falling in love, but also secretly feeling guilty because you think he kind of looks like a potato.

Life as a boy mom is soccer balls and baseballs, but also having to remind them to keep THEIR HANDS OUT OF THEIR PANTS AND OFF THEIR ACTUAL BALLS!

Life as a boy mom is literally chasing a naked baby around the house while sweating and cussing because he doesn’t want to put on his diaper, then getting the best baby snuggles on the couch before bed time.… CONTINUE READING

Mom Brain

About six years ago when I was pregnant for the first time, I was talking to a co-worker that was also pregnant. This was her second pregnancy and she already had a toddler at home.

We were discussing mom brain. She told me that it just gets worse after the baby is born because you have to remember literally everything that has ever occurred or could possibly occur in the future and when. Things like how many ounces your newborn drank at what time on which side, when is their next pediatrician appointment, if they are old enough to start eating solid foods, if the cleaning supplies you are using will put them at a disadvantage on college applications and if they are pooping regularly.… CONTINUE READING

Terrible Twos

I always see posts on Facebook that say things like, “They aren’t the terrible twos, your child is just learning.” Or the ones that say if I am more consistent with my parenting, my two-year old won’t be so terrible.

Well, you know what I have to say about that?

Shove it.

Right now, I have a very terrible two-year old and I don’t think that he’s just learning. I think by the smirk on his face that he knows exactly what he is doing and wants to test just how far he can push me before I snap.

Disclaimer: I always have to provide a disclaimer.… CONTINUE READING

This is for my home girls that are dealing with a toddler right now.

Toddlers are equally adorable and completely terrifying depending on their unreliable moods, napping schedules and teething calendar.

When my oldest son, Henry, was a toddler, I was absolutely dumbfounded by how quickly he could morph from an adorable little pudgy dancing man in a diaper to a screaming, red-faced, angry tiny version of me over the color sippy cup he received.

I also did not think it was possible to be scared that you might make a child angry.

You know sometimes you hold your breath after you hand a toddler their dinner.… CONTINUE READING

Read this if you want to feel better about your life as a parent.

Those of you that follow me know that the entire reason I started writing this blog was to help other moms – and dads – feel better about their parenting skills, or complete lack of them as they google how to remove a bean from a toddler’s nose.

Three years ago, I was constantly comparing my family to the picture perfect family on Facebook, that only appeared picture perfect.

That picture was literally one second in time that was caught on camera. And everyone was looking at the picture and smiling so it was posted with the caption #BLESSED, probably a nice filter to smooth out any wrinkles, and could be used as a stock photo that comes in a picture frame when you buy it from Hobby Lobby for 50% off.… CONTINUE READING

I have probably said this one million times. But today I felt the need to say it again.

Social media is the highlight reel of everyone’s life, not their reality.

Of their vacation. Of their trip to the park. Their visit to the library. Even their grocery trip with a cart full of fruit, veggies, non-GMO, gluten-free, BPALPRTG-free food.

I am 100% guilty of this. I don’t want to post pictures of my real life on the internet for everyone to see.

I’m not going to take photos of my kids when they are wrestling each other in the playroom they have not cleaned in a month with too many toys, about 49 fire hazards and a poorly placed pair of scissors.… CONTINUE READING

Boys On Beach

My summer beach vacation has come and gone. I am so sad that it is over.

Each year, me, my husband and two little boys travel to Hilton Head to spend the week on the beach with the whole Johnson clan. We look forward to it all year long, and this year was no different.

The day before we left, I had approximately 47 lists of everything we needed to pack. I decided to take the minimal approach, so I only packed enough for a small village, instead of a large village, like usual.

You never know when you might need a cable-knit sweater or rain boots at the beach.… CONTINUE READING