Be a cookie baking, book reading, lullaby singing, attachment mommy AND down a beer while letting the curse words fly. Hold my children to high standards AND be tender. Excel in a demanding career that requires many hours in the office AND maintain close relationships with my children. Deeply love being a mom AND acknowledge that
The road to dog rescue is paved with the 3 Bs: Bugs, Barf, and Bites, and I’ve had my share of them all. Date night with Karen is less likely to involve a romantic dinner and more likely to involve detonating flea bombs in my car to eliminate party favors left by a recent transport.
Black Lives Matter My fellow black people are being shot down Even though you white people do the same crimes You are afraid that we look different That is what we call discrimination There once was an incident when two black men were at a Starbucks And the waitress called 911 and said they were
We’ve been talking quite a bit lately about weight and food here on the blog. I’ll admit that from the time I wake up in the morning to the time I fall asleep at night, my weight and my struggle with food is always on my mind. You see, I have a sugar addiction. I
I’ve lost a lot of weight recently. It’s not all that new or different as I’ve yoyo-ed a lot over the past 20 years or so, but I’m approaching my lowest adult weight and it’s drawn a lot of attention from those around me. It feels good to have people notice my hard work and
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Mama, I need to poop.”
My first thought was literally, “Oh crap.”
…a funny thing happens as you get older (besides hangovers becoming more painful): you start to prioritize things differently.
We all know vacations are a lot of work for parents. We did it all. Packing, organizing, schlepping, baby wearing, comforting, mediating, planning and plan-b’ing, but you know what I did most of all? I breastfed my baby all over Disney World. I mean it too. Holly got feedings and extra-feedings…
Motherhood has always challenged me to be the best version of myself and this has never been truer than in the tween/teen years. Sometimes I am just so tired.
But, then I found myself fallen from a treadmill at 9:45 at night with bruised and battered legs. “Jerry, HELP!”