Murphy’s Law – Part 2

Murphy’s Law With back to school this week for my gang, I feel it is pertinent to make some additions to Murphy's Law of Motherhood: 7.  You are not waking children in the morning.  You are waking replicants of your childhood self as punishment for every morning you ruined for your own mother. Remember, pants... Continue Reading →

Blog News!

I hit 200 followers! Woo!  I remember when I got my first follower I was blown away.  A complete stranger had read my ramblings and wanted more.  Now 200 complete strangers (some of which have become friends, sisters, and huge sources of inspiration) have followed me.  I'm humbled and eternally grateful. While I was on... Continue Reading →

Murphy’s Law

Murphy's Law of Motherhood explicitly states: if your children are going to incite mutiny against you, each other, pants, and all things peace and quiet, you will have your period at the time. You may also be completely out of coffee, and it will be too early for wine or beer Your only comfort in... Continue Reading →

Phew

I wrote this on my personal Facebook, and I think it belongs here too: Since I did reiki, I've had a lot of emotions trying to break loose - sometimes it happens with different yoga positions too. I am not great at handling my emotions. I tend to diagnose them and ignore them or whatever.... Continue Reading →

It’s the little things

I'm not going to lie, I'm hitting a weird wall the last few days. It's likely depression, and I'm trying to approach it better than the bury-head-in-sand ignore it approach or the move constantly so it won't catch you approach.  I wrote to myself today, all day: "I know I'm Not okay, and that's okay."... Continue Reading →

O.M.I.B – Gravity

For the first time in, I don’t even know how long, I’m writing how I used to.  I’m in my bathrobe, my hair is soaking wet, and I’m listening to Maynard.  None of this is relevant, except maybe that I’m listening to Thirteenth Step album by APC. “What goes up, must come down” popped in... Continue Reading →

Diary of a Bubble Butt #3

I decided going to buy clothes that fit me better would help me feel better.  I figured it would be similar to the process of setting a broken arm – it sucks, I don’t want to get bigger clothes, but walking around feeling like shit because nothing fits me right is not swell, either.  Sometimes,... Continue Reading →

The Elephant in the Room

The Universe Herself seems to be beating me about the head to write. So, here I am.  Last night, I watched this video where Joe Polish beautifully, eloquently, and genius-ly speaks about his addictions. You know how, when you buy a new car, you suddenly see your car everywhere, but before you had never noticed it? Or,... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #15

The first week of summer has concluded, and I am fucking exhausted.  It's not that I did a lot - I didn't.  I can't.  Normally, the kids are in summer camp, but I am on disability, and $2,000/month (Yes, really, and that's cheap) is just not feasible.  I cannot go back to work yet, because... Continue Reading →

Diary of a Bubble Butt #2

Well, the scale doesn't hide the thunder in my thighs.  I am currently up 40 pounds since April.  I could point my finger at so many things: medication, an addiction to coca cola, too many friend's dates, too much stress, etc.  However, blaming doesn't do anything for my bulging muffin top.  I currently fit in... Continue Reading →

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