This is Bleeping Hard!
Warning: This entry contains naughty words. And I talk a lot about poop. Shield your innocent eyes. I keep telling myself, “It’ll get better, it’ll get better, it WILL get better” and yet, it seems to be getting worse. My kids, and the twins especially, are SO FREAKING difficult right now. Yes, they are 2 weeks away from turning 2. Yes, I know about the “terrible twos.” But two kids terrible two-ing… no, two... Read More
Mind your own bidness.
I hate confrontation. Any time I can avoid a potential argument or other sort of tension, I do so. For this reason, I have chosen to be a smile-and-nod kind of person as far as random strangers are concerned, because what’s the point? I’m likely never going to see them again and I won’t be able to change their minds. Monday, I did something I had not done to date: I fought back. Read More Read More
Worst Parenting Decision Yet
Despite my terrible night’s sleep (or lack thereof), yesterday turned out okay. Clint woke up with a nasty cold and called in sick and, being the super guy he is, let me take a 1.5 hour nap in the late morning. Then, after I fed kids lunch, I ventured out to donate plasma and stop by the grocery store. When I got home, I was feeling refreshed and so thankful that Clint had taken on the kids so I could nap and get things done. I decided he needed... Read More
The Vicious Cycle
Sleep. It’s my most treasured getaway and my biggest enemy. Lately, sleep and I have been having issues. We’ve always had a tumultuous relationship, but lately it seems to be even more so. Case in point: I’m writing this, on my phone, in bed, while my husband snores lightly beside me. It’s 12:45am. My alarm is set to go off in 4 hours and 25 minutes. Read More Read More
Sometimes, I don’t like my kids.
It’s true. Of course, I love them. I love them to pieces. I love every little hair on their heads, every blue fleck in their eyes, every inch of their adorable little bodies. But sometimes, I don’t really like them. This morning was one of those times. Read More Read More
{Not So} Supermom
Today will go down as “sub-par” in the annals of my parenting. In fact, it may go down as “worse than sub-par.” It’s been that bad. I am stressed out. Read More Read More
Birthday Pity Party
It’s so selfish and ridiculous… I know. I know! But, it is what it is, and having a 9/11 birthday is crappy. There, I said it. I admit, it has gotten better over the past several years. The airwaves haven’t been inundated with traumatic, soul-crushing videos of the aftermath from 9/11 attacks. When it was still fresh, even a few years after 9/11, it seemed you couldn’t escape the visuals, the reminders, everything, beginning... Read More
Not Ready.
This week wraps up Colby’s first soccer debut. It has been… interesting. I love soccer. I know Colby enjoys kicking the ball around and being with his friends, so I figured it’d be fun to sign him up. How often do kids get to be on a team where they know everyone from the get-go? Pretty lucky, if you ask me. The first two games occurred while I was in New York for the BlogHer Conference, but I have been to every game since, twice... Read More
Go find yourself… puh-lease.
I have changed significantly in the past two years and I can almost precisely pinpoint when it occurred: about twenty pages from the end of the book Eat, Pray, Love. I used to love Oprah. I used to fall victim to her book club, her gotta-read-it-or-your-life-will-be-unfulfilled ways. When Eat, Pray, Love came out, I rushed to read it. I needed inspiration and here was this woman, who had given up everything, it seemed, to go find herself. Surely,... Read More
Wasted Time
Motherhood and personal success aren’t mutually exclusive. That, I fully believe. That is not to say, however, that pursuing your passion while balancing being a mom and wife is going to be easy. As I am quickly discovering, it’s quite the opposite. Writing is my passion. Creating something out of nothing, streaming words together in such a way that it makes people laugh, cry, and think- that is what makes me giddy. That is what drives... Read More
Seriously, enough with the crap.
I pretty much lost it today. Twice. You see, my life revolves around poop. From the second I wake up in the morning, open the twins’ bedroom door and am nearly knocked unconscious by a mushroom cloud of stank, to the final nasty diaper of the day. All day. Every day. Double diaper duty. Sure, I love my babies. I do not, however, feel any fondness to their feces. This morning, I left the babies in their cribs a little longer than normal. Read... Read More
Stop. Preaching. At. My. Door!
I am not close-minded about religion. If you choose to believe different than I do, that’s totally 100% fine in my book. In fact, I think there are some amazing aspects of religions other than mine. However. Do not come to my door at 11am on a Saturday morning, hand me your leaflets, start reading from your bible, and preach to me. It makes me so, SO angry. There’s this woman who has been coming to my door at least once a month for the... Read More
Pissy Mom Thoughts
Be forewarned: This blog post ain’t gon’ be pretty. I cannot remember the last time I have had so many consecutive days of absolute pissed-off-ness. Many of you know that Washington was hit by uncharacteristically chilly and anti-summer-like conditions until, let’s see… oh, that’s right: Tuesday. Personally, I liked the cooler weather. I hate being hot, unless I choose to be hot (like working out and, um, “other”... Read More
Parenting advice from small cart no kids
Today, despite a horrendously splitting headache, I ventured out of the house with all of my kids in tow. It was more out of necessity than anything. I had to get two super important prescriptions filled: One that keeps me awake throughout the day. The other, an anti-depressant. See? Totally necessary. It was all working out well. I had the twins in the front of the cart and, since they’re not at the trying to climb out age, it worked out well.... Read More
