A blog about mental health, self acceptance, and embracing all the magnificentally awkward moments along the way.
I thought I'd be better at this. I don't know why...nothing about isolation and sacrifice is particularly up my alley, but I did. I thought I would weather this with poise, and cheerful acceptance. A heroine in an Austen era book. A long suffering, sympathetic character that everyone roots for and who triumphs gracefully (and … Continue reading I Thought I’d be Better at This
If you’ve wondered where I’ve been for the last few months, I’ve been selling cookies. Well, not me per say. My daughter and her Girl Scout Daisy troop have been selling cookies but because they’re in Kindergarten (and because I’m an idiot combo leader/cookie mom I’ve been doing a lot of the cat herding cookie … Continue reading Oh Girl Scout Cookies…My Tumultuous Relationship with Cookie Sales
I think somewhere out there are mothers who smell the way I thought motherhood would smell; of vanilla and fresh baked bread and warmth. I am jealous of these mothers. My own motherhood smells like the onions of a thousand meals permeating cracked skin--a thousand refused meals prepared lovingly or automatically or bitterly depending on … Continue reading The Smell of Motherhood
I've eaten close to 2 lbs of halloween candy today because when it comes to candy I have no chill. None. Zero. I can feel like death warmed over and it wouldn't matter. Hell I do feel like death warmed over and I'm still shoveling candy in my face hole. Some day my kids will be … Continue reading Halloween Candy and I Have Problems (plus NANOWRIMO starts NOW!)
Growing up our house was always clean. Not the sterile-hovering behind you with a towel while you drank juice-Stepford wives kind of clean, but the comfortable-homey-warm kind of clean. The kind of clean where you knew you could still make messes but you never felt that itchy, claustrophobic feeling that comes with chaos and clutter. … Continue reading What I Mean when I say I’m Giving Up
