I’ve been in a bit of a rut lately. I honestly feel like I’ve lost my mom mojo.

You know, the little bit of life left in you that makes you a great mom some days and gives you the energy to plan a Batman-themed party for your kid’s upcoming birthday. The one that makes you want to actually clean out the diaper bag and scrub tiny little hand prints off the walls.

I feel like I’ve been in this rut for a few months. Like lately I’ve always been the mean mom that yells at her kids too much and constantly has resting bitch face.… CONTINUE READING

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I have had a lot of quality time with my kiddos lately. As in I feel like they never leave my side when we are at home. Mama can’t get a moment of peace and quiet.

It’s baseball season and with my husband being the head coach of a high school baseball team, we don’t see him much from February – late May.

So unless we are at one of Logan’s games, it’s just me and the boys, hanging out at home.

If you are not a regular reader of my blog, you will need to know that “my boys” consist of a 75 pound black lab named Newman, an overly energetic and absolutely hilarious three year old named Henry and Baby Simon, my nine month old that literally just smiles and giggles.… CONTINUE READING

May is Mental Health Awareness Month. At the beginning of May, I posted on my Facebook page that I would talk a little more about my struggle with postpartum depression. And I decided it was also time to talk about the real reason I write about it so often.

First off, I 100% believe that my Postpartum Depression made me a better mom to my little boys. It was such a dark, scary time in my life. But I came out on the other end. Thank goodness. And living in that black space made me realize how lucky I really am day-in and day-out.… 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

Bedtime sucks. It is the worst. I seriously dread it every single night.

Why is that you ask?

Because putting a three year old to bed is no easy task. It’s like trying to catch a bird that somehow got into your house and is completely tearing it apart while you chase it around with a broom.

So because I have become such a mediocre parenting guru, I have put together a “how-to” guide on putting your preschool aged child to bed. You can thank me later.

  1. Tell your kid they have to take a bath thirty minutes before bed.
  2. Listen to kid scream NOOOOOOO for about five minutes.
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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

About three months ago, I gave up. I gave up on the morning duels with my 3-year-old over what he was going to wear. I would pick out his clothes for the day, he would throw a tantrum and the morning would turn into one large hot mess before we even tried to get in the car.

One day, I got to my office and put my head in my hands. The mornings were absolutely exhausting because of the battle with Henry over his clothes.

Then I realized I should just let him pick out his own clothes. No, he would not wear the cute polo shirts and skinny jeans that I wanted him to wear, but he would be happy and my mornings would be a million times easier.… 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.

Sleeping is extremely important to me.… CONTINUE READING

The last few weeks have been a real shit storm.

I thought that the dust had finally settled and I had caught up with life, but then my three year old decided to give up his nap. This is a difficult time for me, because I love napping as well. I also love spending time alone.

So currently my three year old is screaming at me that he is “so angry and so sad” because I won’t let him watch tv.

So I did something that I would completely have frowned upon before I had kids. Or even have audibly gasped about.… CONTINUE READING

Why is being a mom such a tough job?

Because kids are gross. They can be tiny little monsters that push your buttons on purpose while simultaneously destroying an entire room in three minutes.

Disclaimer: I love my children. They are my life. I would take a bullet for them.

But let’s be honest. Sometimes kids are just freaking annoying.

So I have compiled a list of the top ten ways to make a mom extremely annoyed.

  1. Say that you want something, then refuse it once it has been handed to you. Like asking for four dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets with ketchup and mustard on an orange plate, then throwing a temper tantrum when you get the exact meal you asked for.
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