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
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
I remember the first night I let my newborn baby stay with
Disclaimer: Of course I have to start this with a disclaimer because people can be very judgmental. I love my children more than life itself. I would take a bullet for them. But they also annoy me a bit from time to time and I treasure my alone time. So there.
Anywho, when my now five-year old, Henry, was about two weeks fresh out of the uterus, I was given a wonderful gift from a friend. They were VIP tickets to go see Old Crow Medicine Show at ROMP – a bluegrass festival that I love – in the town where I live.… CONTINUE READING
I used to be a total asshole. A snarky little beeotch.
This was before I had kids obviously. I’m still an asshole, just not as often and mostly when I’m sleep deprived.
So, this post is my apology to all the women in my life that had kids before me, because I was an asshole to them. I had zero idea of the impact children have on your life and how stressful and time consuming parenting can be.
The saying, “I was the perfect mom until I had kids,” is so true. I can’t even begin to count the number of times, “My kid will never do that,” slipped out of my mouth.… CONTINUE READING
are exhausting. I don’t care if you have one kid or you have nineteen kids,
they will wear your ass out to the point where you wonder if you can make it
through the day.
I now have two mobile children, my life is more hectic than ever. I rarely get
a “break”, and when I do get one, it is for maybe a day, tops. That
is not enough time to fully unwind and allow my shoulders to return back to
their normal position, not scrunched up under my ears.
I have learned to take relaxation and what I like to call “life
breaks” as much as I can.… 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
The other day, I posted a picture on my Facebook page of my one-year old, crying on the floor with a cracker in his hand at 6:30 am. He was generally pissed at life and didn’t want to take off his Mickey Mouse pajama shirt that was a 12 month – he wears a 2T now.
So I did what any thoughtful parent would do. I let him lay on the floor and cry it out. There was no calming him. This was a Class A tantrum – the worst of the worst.
I’ve gotten to the point where I can pretty much tune the chaos of our house out now.… CONTINUE READING
As a parent of two tiny minions, I sometimes find my mind wandering in odd directions.
Sometimes, when I should be concentrating on a task, such as filing our taxes or folding laundry, I will start thinking random thoughts. The majority of them are kid related, but a lot of them are not.
I decided to jot down all my random thoughts from a day and share them with you.
Because I need to know if this is normal.
I need justification that I’m not the only mom who legitimately ponders where their kid should go to preschool and if I should go ahead and place him on a waiting list.… CONTINUE READING
And if you do say never, wait for it to bite you in the ass.
Why? Because karma is a bitch.
I should have known better.
I used to view co-sleeping as the worst. I am a woman that likes my sleep. I need a solid eight hours to function in the morning and sleeping with a tiny human in the bed is not relaxing.
I would say that up until about six months ago, I was anti-co-sleeping. Okay, I was extremely anti-co-sleeping.
It was uncomfortable, crowded and overall miserable to me. Kid feet in my face, flipping and flopping, and attempting to tug an inch of bedspread from my oldest minion wasn’t my idea of good sleep.… CONTINUE READING
Disclaimer: I really don’t like to start my posts with a disclaimer but I want to get this one out of the way. I love my children so much. They are the loves of my life, along with my husband and Netflix. But they do have the innate ability to annoy me at times. Yes, I am lucky and blessed to be a mom. But that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to want to do something for me. In this case, that is working outside of the home.
Now that we have that out of the way, I will say it loud and proud.… CONTINUE READING