Writer of real-ness. Story teller. Imperfect pictures. Mental health advocate. Debt free journey. Mom to five. Wife to one. Faith. Finding joy.
I should call this blog: "Six months on, six months off" My love for writing is never ending, but my fear of vulnerability is overwhelming. I've been told repeatedly that in order for this blog to grow I need find my "niche." An incessant people pleaser, I've come on here and tried to find a…
My oldest daughter recently had a birthday. And by recently I mean yesterday. Birthdays are pretty low key around here, but I do strive to make them memorable. We aren't big on loud celebrations; just an understated, albeit constant, acknowledgement of their birth. It usually includes our birthday banner, donuts for breakfast with a…
I don't know about you, but there are some days where I just don't think I can make it through the day. Ever since Daylight Savings came to an end, I have been struggling. Remind me why Daylight Savings is still a thing. You would think that one hour would not impact your child or children's sleeping…
Continue reading ➞ {De}stressed
I have a confession. I have been treated for post-partum depression and anxiety following each of my deliveries. I suspected I would be at risk based on my medical history, but still, I was not prepared. There is an abundance of information surrounding expectant moms related to pregnancy and labor. But, often times no one talks about what happens after.…
Continue reading ➞ A {real} Post-partum Story
I am pretty sure that my children believe me to be a "maid to order" service. Someone who crafts individualized daily meal plans that allows food to magically appear on their plates; the paranormal occurrence of clean clothes turning up in their dressers. I am confident that they believe my sole purpose in life is…
I love the mornings with my babes. Someone is usually up before sunrise. My initial thought is: "Get your {butt} back to bed!" But, then I hear a little voice that says: "Can I snuggle you?" And I just melt. Our mornings are spent nuzzled upon a pyramid of pillows and blankies. Each sibling cuddles the next.…
Continue reading ➞ Apocalypse Now
Everyday that I am with my little people I wonder how I am doing as a parent. Am I instilling the values I want to instill? Am I teaching them to be faithful, obedient, compassionate, strong and flexible? I have no idea. I know that today I failed my daughter. Getting ready for school she…
Continue reading ➞ Wrongin’ to Right
