Because of my love for the sitcom “Friends,” my theme this month is dedicated to that love. The title of every sitcom started with “The One Where.” Read More
Last child Read More
When I became a parent, I said to myself, this little girl is going to better than me. I need her to know who she is and what she is capable of. Read More
Yesterday I wrote out a list of promises to myself, and I am determined to stick to them. Read More
Day 13 of 30
Mind, Body, and Soul Transformation
Wait….what your husband babysits?
Babysit hell…these are his kids too, it takes two to tango! Read More
I will never forget the day… I was for once minding my own business and walking to my room to get some work done. Then all of a sudden I hear my 10-year-old daughter (9 at the time) yell out;
“Stop wrestling with your blanket like that.”
Something didn’t sit right with me, and I froze for a second, hoping my chihuahua wasn’t doing what I thought he was doing. I slowly walked down the hallway and peeked into the room, and there he was doing what I feared.
Humping his blanket! Read More
Who in the world knew that parenting would be so hard. I feel like I’m continually moving either in front of or away from a tornado.
My life is literally a walking disaster, but I smile and pretend like I have all my ducks in a row.
Truth be told, I’m a train wreck, and I’m always in a state of confusion! Read More
I’ll never forget the day we found out the gender of our second baby.
We woke up at 7:30 a.m. and started getting my daughter around for the day. We had to drop her off at my parent’s house before my doctor’s appointment.
When we arrived for my appointment I asked my husband what he thought we were having and he quickly responded, Read More
Society wants you to hate your scars, but I want you to love them!
There are tons of products online and in real-life that are made for the sole purpose of removing scars. I’m not going to lie, I have tried most of them, and then one day I said what the hell am I doing? Read More
Well, I’m almost at that point. My daughter is 18, and I didn’t give her permission to grow up this fast. Every other day my husband or I will have breakdowns about her leaving us in just a short while. Read More