‘Til Hygiene Parts Us

My experience with depression is not sadness. In fact I don't feel sad at all. I just don't feel. There may be uncontrollable sobbing, loss of interest in things I once enjoyed, lack of motivation, finding it difficult to get going in the morning, or any time of day really. An inability to sleep through…

Christmas Shopping Edition: Elf

*Please note: this post contains affilitate links. You can read my disclosure policy here.* I am frequently asked how I manage to shop for five kids every Christmas. My husband and I start talking about what we want to get the kids for Christmas around October. He usually tells me, "Let's think about it," or…

The Day the Magic Died

DISCLAIMER: The following blog discusses Santa Claus and the like. Proceed with caution. We have a saying in our house: we don't keep secrets. This rule was established for the obvious, and maybe to some, not so obvious reasons. But, basically when you tell one of our children "don't tell" they know that is a…

Love Will Voices: My Story

Panic attacks. A demon in their own right. A painful knot in my stomach. Nausea. Heart racing. My chest. I cannot take a deep breath in. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. It is so tight. I can't breathe. Overwhelmed. I don't know what to do. My kids ask a question, "WHAT?" I snap. Everything…

Idle of Despair

"There are some things people don't deserve to know about you." Said with love from my honey and rolling around in my brain for months. I have debated discussing this topic. It's been written in my head a dozen times. I have jotted down the gist on multiple occasions. Each time, I have scratched it…

Another {real} Love Letter

My dearest #3, In just a few short days you will be turning five.  This year, your birthday is hitting me hard.  Harder than any other birthday, any other year.  I am not sure why. I don't know where your infant or toddler years went.  I remember telling myself to be present with your tiny…

Light It Up

When you have kids things tend to break.  Shocking, I know. Our furniture is outdated and overused, but I cannot bring myself to replace it at this juncture in life.  I am one hundred and twenty percent sure that one of our five munchkins will mark up anything new with sharpies, scissors or glittery glue.…

Status: Stalker

It doesn't take much for me to get excited.  It is about as easy as getting water out of a fountain. A water fountain, that is. "Is there another kind of fountain?" you ask. Um, yes... chocolate.  Chocolate fountain.  It is delicious and my mind always goes to chocolate.  But, I digress.  Back to excitement.…

Baby Registry Rip-offs

There have been quite a few changes to baby items since I had my first nearly a decade ago.  During that time, several gimmicks have hit the market.  I have been conned into believing I needed some of the most overrated items.  So, what is a seasoned momma to do when she realizes she has…

Damn it, Donald

Dear Mr. President, I like to think of myself as an understanding and compassionate individual. I try to be fair when looking at a controversial situation; I truly want to see the other side.  To have an understanding of what has prompted a given response.  But, you sir, are making it extremely difficult to extend…