‘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…