Why is it when we have so much to do (clean the house, organize a room, sift through clutter) or so many things we should be doing (sleeping, eating, showering) or even when we have something we may want to do (read, binge watch a show, napping), we find ourselves lost in the marathon of phone scrolling? Some people would argue that it is free time, but somehow when I look up, bleary eyed from the screen, I don’t feel… Read more »

One of the main things that has been helping me through my PPD and anxiety is to take a daily break when my husband gets home. I’m not always good at taking the 15-20min break, because there is always something needing to be done, but it is so important for me to recharge and take on the rest of the night. As I’m sitting upstairs, locked in my bedroom, trying to strain every last second of my daily “me time”… Read more »

When I’m trying to listen for answers from God, I always joke that I need to be told some answers through a very loud voice. An obvious sign, big clarity, someone holding a banner…I mean, I need something pretty clear. I’m sure everyone wants to have that clarity when they are wrestling with something. I, for one, would like something as obvious as a burning bush speaking to me on a mountain. Just saying. I know that I overthink and have a really… Read more »

1. Lock them up. 2. Put them in a fenced area, no bigger than 5′ x 5′. 3. Stay awake all night to clean.  4. Live in a house likes it’s moving day. Either have everything in a box, or better yet, just have nothing at all.  5. Just don’t.  But seriously. I am coming off of two weeks of waking to the filthiest kitchen and still scratching my head wondering what I am doing wrong. I just can’t keep… Read more »

I meant sweat. I meant sweet. No, I meant swear. I really don’t swear. Blame it on the Catholic upbringing or just the fact that I prefer not to, because I instantly feel guilty afterward (also, blame that on the Catholic upbringing), but swearing has always been something that only happens when I’m overly stressed, panicked, and some type of emergency may be happening. Or, as I like to call it: Mother(f*ing)hood. It’s been an eye-opening thing to realize how… Read more »