It’s Monday morning. A chilly 28 degrees outside, and it’s been snowing and gloomy for days. Actually just a week- but that’s basically an eternity out here in Colorado for no sunshine. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling how I am today, but maybe it’s just a coincidence. This morning started like any other Monday morning. […]Read More Workin’ Momma Blues
We have a ton of daylilies in the backyard. They all blossom effortlessly, year after year. All but one that is. I planted it 8 years ago, and it rarely ever EVER blooms. It is the biggest mound of lilies in the whole yard, but rarely actually flowers. I got it on sale at Lowe’s […]Read More You Fooled Me Daylily
Science says that the average age you become your mother is 33. I’m serious. Dr. Julian De Silva did a study in the UK, and found that at 33 most women stop fighting it and become their mothers. Over the past few years I’ve recognized this is exactly the path I’m heading down. Heading? More […]Read More To My Mother
The past three weeks our house has been a full blown cesspool. I know I say that every year around this time, and if you know me personally, you know my kid literally catches every single thing in the worst way possible and then usually gives it to me. For example- two years ago we […]Read More Stay at Home Moms, I See You
We were packing up our bags to go up to the mountains this morning, and Thea decided to “help” by grabbing a few things and putting them in her backpack. What were they? A pair of socks, a magic wand, a book on mermaids, a set of coasters and a framed picture of me and […]Read More Know That I’m With You the Only Way That I Can Be.
Can someone please explain to me why the split second your first child leaves your womb, there’s a line of people out the door ready to bombard you with unsolicited advice? You have barely even decided what your own parenting style is going to be (let’s be real, there’s the style we thought we would […]Read More Thanks, but I Didn’t Ask
I forgot my daughter’s ballet slippers for class this weekend and she was absolutely devastated. I, in turn, felt terrible. As all the little tutu clad girls ran to their moms to put their dance shoes on, all I was able to give mine was an apology that she just didn’t understand. Tears started streaming […]Read More The Invisible Load of Motherhood