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 »

Does the title make you think six months ago I was in prison? It’s part true. Prison doesn’t have to be tangibly “behind bars”. It can mean trapped, inescapable, desperate, lonely, scary…And many other things. For me, my prison was post partum depression. And I’m proud to say I’ve been going to weekly therapy for six months, and I’m slowly doing much better. I should have never gotten post partum depression.  I always wanted to be a mom. Go to… Read more »

  There have been quite a few times in the last months of my blog-silence that I have thought “Oh I should write about that…” or “That’s a good tagline, write that down somewhere…” all to the dismay of instantly being distracted by another thought that spirals into a fury of more important to-do’s; “Did I feed the children?? Are they wearing coats? Is their coat too puffy to be strapped into their car seat with them? Should I take… Read more »

Oh heyyyy! Have you missed me? Its been a rough few months, heck year, and my motivation and creativity have been seriously lacking. We are all in the sick house right now and by some miracle my son slept the whole night through last night since the day he was born. That’s right. I haven’t slept an entire night of sleep (consecutive 6+ hours) for an entire. Year. Straight.  It’s a wonder what a whole night of sleep does! You… Read more »

Oh, glorious bathroom project – thank God you are done!! We picked the absolute worst time to gut and remodel our guest bathroom: just before summer (that we had jam packed), and right as I became pregnant with our second, which I was super sick with for the first 16 weeks. We won’t go into details of how long this truly took, the point is: it’s finished, beautiful and was all done by hand from my amazing husband. Looking at all… Read more »