A blog about mental health, self acceptance, and embracing all the magnificentally awkward moments along the way.
I was going to write today. I really was. Well, I was going to write all week but today? Today I was really going to do it. Today I was going to be witty and insightful and I'd definitely make somebody cry. But then the kids let us sleep in and I'd basically be a … Continue reading I was Going to Write Today but…
Ahh the county fair, or as I like to think of it, State Fair Preseason. The mini donuts! The pronto pups! The animals! The carnies! The balloon animals! Oh the balloon animals. Despite my attempts to steer them far far away both my kids zeroed right in. They had to have a balloon animal. But … Continue reading Balloon Animals and Resiliency, or I Totally Got Schooled by my 5 Year Old
I'm kind of a selfish person so I've been doing this thing for awhile where I hunt down moms with crying kids so I can tell them some version of the following: "You are doing great. This parenting thing can be a total shit show but you're killing it. Solidarity sister, we've all been there. … Continue reading Karma’s not Always a B
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'll get back to my word of the year posts but today I need to get off track and talk about my beautiful, wonderful, totally driving me insane (insaner) two year old. Two and a half. There's a difference. See, three is coming hard down the track and the last few weeks have seen an … Continue reading Mom-Friend Blocked
Today I wasn't going to write because I had nothing deep or insightful to say. I tried. I watched an incredibly moving speech. I read inspirational quotes. I started delving into a post that would have been deep in subject but shallow in sincerity; it would have been my representative writing what she thought people … Continue reading Thanksgiving Neurosis
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
An Awkwardly Magnificent Life 