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Can It Be Friday Yet?

March 18, 2014


It’s only Tuesday, but it feels like it should be Friday.

DSC_0962I’m solo parenting while Daddy Bear is away on business, our washing machine died mid-load today, and my head strong toddler is being particularly stubborn about everything.

DSC_0921I’m tired and cranky.

DSC_0973I’m planning my dream spa getaway when the day finally comes when I can actually getaway (I predict 2 years from now, give or take).

DSC_0922Did I mention that I’m tired?


But, despite these not so great turn of events, I still get to spend my days with this crazy crew.

DSC_0924Still better than a 9-5 job.


Now, I just need to muster up the mental strength to survive until Friday. Piece of cake, right?

…famous last words.




Everyday, Moms Are Human

My Messy Life

January 8, 2014


DSC_0115My life is messy. Like, really messy.

I feel like, sometimes I give off the vibe that my life is full of sunshine and rainbows, and spotless floors. This is not so. If you have ever felt like “Wow! How does she do it all?!” Answer is, I don’t. You can either have a clean house, or a kid-centered house…you cannot have both (simultaneously). At least, I can’t seem to figure that out.


We have great days, and not so great days. The greatest of days leave me with the craziest of messes.


In 2014, I hope to “embrace the mess”. Typically, the chaos and mess makes me a bit twitchy. Sure, there are days when I clean it all and look around at the end of the day proud of this tidy dwelling…but those are also the days that we miss out on moments of togetherness. I get caught up in the cleanliness, and the fun mommy moments take a back seat. I don’t want them to take a back seat. ever.


Im hoping to make this year all about connections. Connections with my loved ones. Connections to myself. Connections to the world around me.

rhythm chart

I know the day will come when I do have a clean house most of the time; but that will also mean that the little people who occupy my days will be grown, no longer interested in my crafts, play things, or silly games. Until then, the mess remains.