I was ten minutes late for my first date with my now-husband.
“How do you do it all?”
A friend asked me this at dinner a few weeks ago, and our conversation stuck with me like a magnet to a fridge.
In the moment, I was quick to respond with an “I don’t!”— perfectly timed and delivered for comedic effect.
I went on to explain to her that in order for me to succeed on any given day, something has to suffer.… Read the rest
I wonder what photo they would use? Probably one I hate. Like that one where I’ve got that big goofy grin and you can see my baby fat and double chin. That’s the one they would grab, I’m sure. They would use that dopey face and vast dimples to paint me as a loving, caring, happy mother.… Read the rest
Throughout the younger years of your children’s lives, especially, you will hear this countless times from older and wiser women in the grocery checkout line. From grandmothers at the park with their grandkids. From moms of teenagers. From pretty much everyone who knows, because they’ve lived it.
You’ll feel the weight of those words in your own heart as your baby’s first birthday approaches, or the first time they deny a kiss from you.… Read the rest
My husband isn’t much of a social media guy, which is hilarious considering the fact that I’ve made a career out of it. He pretty much only uses the internet to look at funny fail videos, read updates on the Steelers, and look at dream homes on Instagram.… Read the rest
I shutter to think of the hollow shell of a woman I was seven months ago. I was elbow deep in postpartum depression and I wrote something that had a much stronger impact than I ever could have anticipated. I can pinpoint this as my lowest moment— when my entire world was rocked by my words.… Read the rest
While Donald Trump was being announced as the next president of the United States, I was holding a nebulizer to my son’s face in the ER— singing the words of “Songbird” softly to him as he cried and begged and pleaded in fear of this foreign device on him.
And though it was my delicate little three year old who couldn’t breathe in that moment, it felt like I was the one who was suffocating.… Read the rest
Happy Candy Coma Day!
But seriously, did you guys get Reese’s Pumpkin wasted last night once the kids went to bed? Ain’t no shame in the steal-your-kids-candy-game. You deserve it after all of the work you put in getting costumes together and going door to door!
Whether you’re wearing your stretchy pants today or not, I hope you had a good Halloween.… Read the rest
Hola, Pura Vida!
I’m back from our nine day stay in Costa Rica, but it feels like a giant piece of me is still there. I remember feeling similarly last time we went. There was almost this state of mourning we went through for a few days upon returning, and I find myself going through those same emotions now.… Read the rest
Guys, I’m not going to lie— I’ve totally checked out. Derek and I leave for Costa Rica tonight to celebrate our anniversary and it’s pretty much all I can think about. I started packing ten days ago, I’ve got checklists for my checklists, and when I close my eyes all I see is monkeys and sloths and cocktails.… Read the rest