• Postpartum Care

    The hardest part of postpartum care is knowing when it is good to ask for help or just open up to a friend or your significant other for validation. Because let’s face it sometimes we just don’t know. We’re exhausted from sleep deprivation and everything in and out of our bodies is out of wack. Almost nothing is harder than acknowledging the fact that you don’t know what you’re doing and neither does your baby. Talk about a steep learning curve! How are we supposed to figure this out?! Let’s start with it’s always a good time for validation. You are working incredibly hard feeding, changing, and soothing baby. Not…

  • Optimist with a Bad Attitude

    The sun has come out to glimmer hope on my most recent life challenge: packing up to move 2,000+ miles away from family and friends.This whole process has been full of angst and turmoil. After an emotional week from hell and with no concrete plans I’ve really been struggling with how to wrap my head around everything let alone get started on my mountain of tasks. I haven’t seen my husband in over a month and with my three boys… I feel like I am drowning. I’ve hit some lows that scare me to talk about. I have never wanted to end my own life but there were a few…

  • The Curse of the stay-at-home mom

    Dear mama, There is a good chance that if you are reading this you are probably beside yourself with exhaustion. There may be tears in your eyes and stains on your jeans because it has been “one of those days” so to speak, or weeks, or years. We wrangle the kids to and from the doctors, birthday parties, school, sports. We try to keep up on household work, the growing piles of dishes,  the mountain of laundry. Your hair is probably dirty and you may or may not have yesterdays mascara on if you were lucky enough to even wear mascara. Some research indicates that mothers often desire to go…

  • Gender Disappointment

    As a little girl I always wanted a sister. I was very young when my brothers were born but I never gave up hope despite dad being “fixed”. I was absolutely certain if nothing else one day I would wake up to one of my realistic baby dolls being alive. No such luck. My brothers were always close and I envied that closeness because I saw that same dynamic between sisters. As I grew older I desired to be a mother, I had other aspirations and still do, but being a mommy was always high on my list. It dawned on me over time that maybe boys were a better…

  • How Much ________ is Dangerous for Kids?

    The phone is ringing while I am typing my latest Google inquiry: how much melatonin is dangerous for kids? Seriously. Melatonin as in that “sleep aid” hormone you can take over the counter… My two-year-old helped himself to who-knows-how-many 5mg rapid dissolve pills this morning. The worst part was this was my third phone call into Poison Control in the last two weeks, I thought it was one week, so go me *insert eye roll*.Not for the same child, thank goodness, or the same issue, thank goodness. But gosh I feel like the parent of the year. I am convinced now that I am definitely but slowly allowing my children…

  • The Heavy Stuff

    I would be lying if I said I am not tired, really exhausted would be a better word. I am anxious and curious about the future. I am missing my husband terribly… To all you single parents out there you deserve a medal because I have LOTS of help and I still struggle with getting up and making the breakfast, or fixing the meals, finding something educational to do so I feel validated letting the boys veg out in front of a movie or two, not to mention prepping dinner, then it’s bedtime. Hopefully I remembered to brush my teeth somewhere in there… Some days are much heavier than others,…

  • It’s a season…

    How many thousands’s of times have we all heard that? How many billions of times have we said that? Probably too many. I don’t disagree with the figure of speech per se but good golly gosh if it doesn’t feel like this “season” has lasted for years. It is hard and sometimes I want to have a bad attitude about it. I think that frustration at it’s core is a healthy thing to feel when life is putting you through the wringer. I’m in a season of change, like the big scary kind that makes me think yeah season makes sense because broken down it is seas-on and it sure…

  • It’s Not Just You, It’s Me Too

    It’s 10:49 pm and I’m sitting here in the dark twiddling my fingers deciding how to start this. My almost six year-old is snoozing next to me while my almost three year-old is passed out in mommy’s recliner… I’ve never really had a writers bug or an “itch” so to speak. But I do love to talk and share my experiences, especially ones better whispered about in the dark to your best friend. I wanted to write this for you friend. To start I’ll give you as brief of an introduction as possible. I am long winded and tend to ramble and turn one story into at least ten different…