My perfectionist streak means that I often try to be everything to everyone. I am Super Mom. The one who always volunteers to bring snacks for soccer practice. And bakes her own bread, muffins, and pie every weekend. And makes applesauce from scratch. From apples that she picked herself. And tomato sauce from the tomatoes
I’m new to the CTWM community. Even though I may only know two of you outside of the digital world, I find myself relating to you, understanding you and feeling for you in a completely real way. Motherhood is its own accomplishment, it’s a well-deserved badge of honor. A Working Mother, however, takes it to
Confession: I am living a double life. Last Thursday as I was wrapping up my work from home day, I got a call that I needed to come into the office on my day off because the SEC wanted to speak with me. It was a “we need to talk” conversation to the tenth degree. My boss was kind enough to
My sons’ daycare was closed last week. My husband and I spent the week scrambling around trying to juggle the boys, our jobs, and everything else. I can proudly say that we all survived (I say this proudly as there were moments I was sure we would not). As I sit here at my desk
I am consumed with my sons. I inhale “Jackson” and exhale “Justus.” And not for a moment do I regret that. They are my life, my world, and my heart. What I struggle with is finding a balance between them and everything else. I recently wrote about my desire to reconnect with myself; however, I’m
A few days ago, my six-year-old son was rifling through my closet in an effort to further procrastinate putting on his clothes and getting ready for school. He pulled out an appointment card from an old purse and handed it to me: it was a reminder card for his own two week check up, back in 2008. It suddenly
“I wish we never had to leave Momma!” Is a frequent statement from my kids. When my daughter first discovered her favorite show, I can remember her first reaction to being told, it’s time to turn off the tv. She stuck out her bottom lip and widened her eyes in what I still consider an
I’m a big fan of a good old list, so this week I’m cutting myself a break from deep thoughts (yeah, right) and making a gratitude list. I’m theming it a bit – it will be things that make my crazy life feel just a little bit easier and joy filled. Here goes nothing. Grocery
A frequent, shall we say, topic of discussion in our household is the fact that I continually find myself with little to no “me time”. I’m not the kind of person who needs a whole weekend at the spa or on a vacation with friends (though I’m not saying I’d turn that down…hint, hint…), but generally, my
It’s October. The END of October. Since the new school year has started, would you believe I still don’t feel like my house has fallen into some sort of “routine”? As the summer drew to a close, my anxiety decided to have a temper tantrum. OMG, the school year is about to start, I’m not
