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 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.
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
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.
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.
It’s been one hell of a week. If you follow me on Facebook, you know my sweet baby boy Simon, who is only seven months old, was in the hospital for two days last week. He had bronchiolitis but is feeling much better now and acting like his sweet self. Thank goodness.
Disclaimer: When the pediatrician came in the room and told me that he was admitting Simon to the hospital, I straight up cried. Like didn’t even hold it together for my kid. Ugly cried in the monkey room at Dr. Houston’s Office. For at least 5 minutes.
On top of all that, these next couple weeks are a big transition for my family.… CONTINUE READING
I don’t talk about my husband a lot on my blog. When I started writing about my life and being a parent, I left him out of the mix. He 100% supports me and my blog, but he didn’t sign up to have his life broadcast to thousands of people a week.
But today, I do want to write about him. I promise I won’t throw you under the bus, Logan. 😉
Disclaimer: He has no clue I’m writing this so he will read it the same time you do.