I suck at homework. Growing up, after school I wanted nothing more than to sit on the phone with my bestie Katrina S. We were 12 and had super major executive-level important shit to talk about […]
Remember in high school when cowboy boots, Gap jean jackets, baby-doll dresses and bangs where the shitttt? You know you rocked this look hard. You were eager to adopt the wardrobe of your fave 90210 […]
In light of today being MLK Day– I will jump on the bandwagon in hopes that it brings a little sense and clarity to you all. Some of you may already think you have your […]
The other day I was at the park and I overheard a mother scolding her boy for repeatedly saying “poop” and “pee”. I have also heard parents scolding their children for saying “butt” and “penis”, […]
This may go against everything that this blog, albeit early in its existence, stands for- but let is serve to show that despite my profanity fueled rants, that I am really a nice mom who […]
i always knew i would have boys. these are things you just ‘know’ strangely enough…or not? i just knew i was destined to live in a house of testosterone and crazy boy energy where i […]
FOMIB. Fuck Off Mommy Is Busy. We are working moms. We are super moms. We buy organic. We believe in letting our kids be kids. We give them freedom but we shield them from GMOs. But, we haven't lost ourselves or our sense of humor. In fact that's what saves us every fucking screaming day of our lives as we juggle and struggle to maintain a sense of zen during these mommy years. We know they won't last long. And we will miss these days one day sooner than we know it. But until then, we won't feel shamed for doing things for ourselves every now and then. Whether its leaving a sink full of dirty dishes to take a nap, or taking a shot of Tito's vodka mid-day- or choosing happy hour for bedtime cuddles. We need to do these self-indulgent things for the sake of our sanity. Even if it induces a smidge of mom guilt. Go with it.
having young kids that tear through the house, rummaging through cabinets, screaming and constantly antagonizing each other is not exactly zen-inspiring. it makes me cry and regret ever- while in the throes of my prime […]