This year will mark my 16th in the mom game. Most of the time I feel like Beyonce -all of this winning, but I can fully admit I have my crash-and-burn Lindsay Lohan moments too. Balance. And the nature of the beast. Other than being my parents’ child, I can’t think of a single thing I have been so committed to in my life. Not
Today is my birthday! via GIPHY It marks the beginning of my last year as a 30 year old woman. My plan was to write something heartfelt and emotional about my last year as a 30 something year old woman. Only, I don’t really feel that heartfelt or emotional about it. In fact, it kinda feels like just another day, beginning just another year that
Being a mom is a tough job. Not a single human with any kind of sense would debate that fact with a mother, because if there’s one thing that gets moms going, it’s when others attempt to downplay our countless, meaningful, selfless contributions to society (hello, without moms there would be no society, at least not one worth living in!). Moms get that. Even as
Before anyone goes crazy, I. AM NOT. PREGNANT. I burned down the Dude making factory years ago. But, BFF is! And, I’ve hired her coerced her into joining my blog family to breathe some baby on it so that all of you new moms, about to be moms, and moms who like reading about moms can get some fresh tidbits of awesome up in here.
I know a bunch of stuff. Like, a bunch. Let my kids tell it, and I know everything. Well, not everything, everything. But, everything about things that keep them alive, clothed, fed, and relatively happy (Dumb Dad gets to know stuff about outer space, and dinosaurs, and action heroes, and history, and junk like that). They tell me all the time that I am the