Confessions of a snarky, Tito's drinking, Mommy of three adorable monsters.
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 …
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 …
Get yourself a friend who will show up.
Can we talk for one quick sec about my friends?
Let’s talk about visitors, shall we?
Now, you can try to imagine what it might feel like to nourish a floppy blob, but you don’t really know what it’s like until you actually have to feed the frantic screeching mush ball 12 times a day having not slept in what feels like 10 years.