Easter was a very loooong day in these parts. A day that started well before the sun rose and quickly frenzied its way into frenetically strewn Easter grass, multiple egg hunts, and at least one toddler crawling on my head during the church service. Topping off a week with a very sick husband, Mommy had
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Oh honey, Alisa, I’m right there with you–my jeans are so, so heavy. And muscle weight and humidity are A BEAST. Also, I love you, Alisa. Friends, if there was ever a time to love on Alisa, it is NOW. Solidarity on the scale and peace out, my love! ********************************************************************* On my 29th birthday I
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I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m desperate to shave off a bit more of my muffin top before summer hits us with all its adorable little tees and capris, so when Yoplait asked me to give their new Yoplait Greek 100 Strawberry a taste and compare it to the flavor of Chobani Simply
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You may recall that whenever a book signing event is on the horizon, I tend to lose my crap a bit. Specifically, I start running around the house in heels, obsessively emptying the garbage and fighting with my husband over birdbaths. I repeatedly send selfies of myself in different dress choices to my friends and
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I’m listening to my children play “camping” above me in my daughter’s room. Basically, it sounds like a herd of noisy elephants who like to laugh a lot has been let loose. And a lot of opening and slamming doors is apparently required for this camping endeavor too. I’m exhausted. They have won today. A
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Almost thirteen years ago, we rolled into our marriage on a hope and a prayer and a lot of those wooden box crates that can be used for everything from endtables to economical planters (in a pinch). Today, we’re still praying and hoping a lot and yup, those wooden crates are still the epitome of
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One night last week when my husband was gone, I was jolted from a deep sleep at 1:45am by the dog barking. Except, my chocolate lab warrior wasn’t just barking, he was growling, with hackles raised and he was warning me. Only minorly terrified and completely panicked, I reached for my phone beside the bed.
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Blow me away; I survived my husband’s business trip last week. Survival defined as 1)keeping my children alive and mostly fed, while 2)significantly limiting the mental explicatives that flew when my husband called and announced that the whole of Germany’s airline pilots were going on strike, thus potentially delaying his return home by 3 days.
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This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Clorox. I’m a mixed bag about potty training. As in, I love the end result, but the process? I’d rather bang my head against the wall. Repeatedly. Three letters: ICK!!! You see, I’m all for doing anything I can to foster my daughter’s independent
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You may remember a bit ago when I hung out with the Mother of All Meltdowns, the groovy book that tells the truth of momhood like it really is. I loved this book. When I read it, I felt real, which is always a score in my book. So when the super ladies of this
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