There is a lot on my mind this morning.
It’s early. Montgomery was fussy most of yesterday (Sunday), and after a fussy early morning I decided to just get up.
I’ve been trying to do that. Fight things less. Continue reading Days (and Dreams) Restored
Spend any time around moms – be it on social media or in a real life social setting – and I guarantee that before too long you’ll hear references to mom guilt. Some moms will bemoan it. Others will poke fun at it. But rest assured – almost all moms talk about it. It’s a part of our vocabulary. A part of our subconscious. And between blogs and memes and discussions over Friday night cocktails and Saturday morning coffee, it’s quickly becoming a part of our social fabric.
But here is the problem.
Mom guilt, as we know it, isn’t real. And the misappropriation of this word has some serious consequences. Continue reading The Problem With Mom Guilt
I can never remember my age, just like I can never remember the year I graduated high school or college.
But that’s ok. You don’t need to know how old you are, as long as you remember you are never too old or too lame to celebrate your birthday. 😉
Because birthdays are awesome. Continue reading My 33rd Year of Life