It was 9:30 pm and we were tired. A few hours earlier, my dear friend and I had carpooled 80 or so miles northeast from the city we both live in to her hometown of Milwaukee. We arrived at her parent's house and, after a quick dinner and a stop at her favorite childhood ice … Continue reading Making Time For Friendship
I'm not great at meal planning. It always sounds good in theory, but I can't seem to make it happen on a regular basis. I'm kind of embarrassed about that because grocery shopping is easier now than ever before. I can pick up my groceries or have them delivered, which means I don't have to … Continue reading Cheers to the Dinner I Didn’t Have to Cook
There are few things in life that bring me peace the way a clean house does. When the pasta sauce has been scrubbed off the counter (and the floor, and the wall, and the chair leg) and the garlic bread crumbs have been swept up, I'm filled with glee. It only lasts until the next … Continue reading 5 Steps to a Clean House
The diet industry has led to me to believe that my food-related failings - of which there are many - are rooted somewhere deep in my psyche, and it's up to me to figure out where. For a while, I kept a food journal. When that didn’t work, I tried to “eat mindfully”, taking note … Continue reading My Least Favorite Four Letter Word
(SPONSORED) My appreciation for pants with elastic waistbands is well documented. You'll rarely find me wearing anything else. I like clothing that really lets me move so I can hop over baby gates, take the kids for a walk around the neighborhood, and crouch down to pick crumbs up off the floor 784 times a … Continue reading Happy Fall Ya’ll: Legging Season is Here
As featured on Scary Mommy Before I had kids, I thought I was busy. I honestly believed working 40 hours every week, practicing yoga, and grocery shopping left me with no time for all the other things I wanted to do with my life. Okay, you can stop laughing now. Really - knock it off! … Continue reading Why I Don’t Feel Guilty for Being a Busy Mom
Before our kids came along, my husband and I bought our cats expensive food, had the time to brush their fur lovingly, and the patience to indulge their every request for cuddles. They were our pride and joy. It's not like we ever threw birthday parties for them or anything, partly because they're both rescues so we literally don't know which day they were born, and partly because we're not nuts. But we generally doted on them daily.
“But if I’m honest with you, the real reason I’m paying $6 for a drink whose primary ingredient is ice? Because I just need a break.”
If I were to stack Legos on top of one another, adding a new piece every time I was beckoned during the day, the stack would grow into a tower capable of reaching the moon by dinnertime.
I'm one of those women whose waistline expands faster than a marshmallow in a microwave within weeks of seeing two pink lines on a pregnancy test.