Confessions of a snarky, Tito's drinking, Mommy of three adorable monsters.
2020 has us all on edge. When it can’t seem to get any worse, it does. From murder hornets to wild fires, locusts, explosions, Covid_19, and now losing RBG? We know better than to believe that it’s all over. We’re locking our doors, looking over our shoulders and second guessing things that wouldn’t have been …
As we gear up for the ‘20-‘21, school year nothing seems to feel the same. School is starting later than normal, so my unavoidable memories of these days via Facebook show excitedly nervous faces with brand new clothes and backpacks heading off to their first day of school. First time on the school bus last …
I’m going to go ahead and address the academic elephant in the room. We, as parents and/or teachers, are being invited to a game of Russian roulette. Parents and teachers who love their children and families to death are being forced to contemplate that same death. We love our children and value their education as …
This year there was no pre-school graduation. We drove by my daughter’s teachers home to say hello, and thank you, and take an awkward photo of the two of them standing near each other with masks over their smiles. I couldn’t help but notice that her teachers hair is much longer than I’d ever seen …
Ok, y’all. I’m probably gonna murder my kids. Like, not literally, but my mom actually told me today that I need a break…after I spilled my vodka/tonic that I had discretely made for myself, with her vodka, before noon. She also bought me a plant and told me to make myself another drink. Thanks, Ma. …
My 6 year old comes in for a bedtime hug with, “love you Mommy” to which I reply, “I love you too”. A strong hug and a moment later I say quietly, “do you know how much I love you?” and I get the standard response, “yeah”. I take a deep breath before whispering, “you …
Ok, so imagine that it’s a bright sunny day and you accidentally let go of a few helium balloons and they fly off into the sky. Like a child you feel an immediate anger for letting them go, and sadness that they are gone, followed by despair as you watch those balloons drift off slowly …
Some not-so-snarky thoughts: This evening I crawled into bed between my two little girls. I don’t usually sleep with them, but the world is heavy and confusing right now and they need me. They felt the mattress redistribute my weight and silently nestled their heads into the crook of each of my shoulders. I smiled …
Becoming a mother definitely changes you. I could tell you that it’s sort of like when a caterpillar becomes a butterfly – people love that analogy. Even though we’ve learned through science that the caterpillar actually turns into goo inside the cocoon before turning into a butterfly which is actually kind of gross but lends …
Last weekend I bought my first 3-row vehicle. It’s not a minivan, but it might as well be. Last night I read a book instead of staring at my phone and went to bed at a sensible hour. This morning my husband and I bickered about finances. His hair is going grey. I got dressed …