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 »

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 »