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FabFitFun- Treat Yo’Self To This Cool Box Of Fun!
You know how the term “self-care” has been bouncing around for the last few years? It’s actually a really important concept for moms, and it’s also one that I happen to suck at. You probably do, too. It sometimes feels impossible to take care of yourself when you’re bombarded by constant needs, and we often put ourselves dead last on the needs totem pole. This is exactly why I want to talk about FabFitFun! Let me immediately stress that I’m not being sponsored by them- I’m not getting any money or free stuff for sharing this. I’m genuinely psyched about this, & I want to tell you why you should…
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Unlocking The Next Life Level
16 years. I’ve been a stay at home mom for 16 years now, and for every one of those 16 years, I have had at least one child home with me. Sometimes several. But always at least one. Even during the pre-K half-day stints, there was still a kid home with me for at least part of the day. Until now. For the first time in 16 years, every single one of our six kids is in school full-time. And for the first time in 16 YEARS, I am home… alone. And to say that it feels strange is a vast understatement. I had planned to go back to teaching…
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Amazing Moms Book
Mother’s Day is soon approaching, so chances are that you’ll find yourself sporting a macaroni necklace & eating burnt toast made with childlish love as you attempt to nurse a wilting school-plant-sale geranium back to life. Or, maybe you’ll be spending your Mother’s Day up early on the sidelines of a peewee soccer game, because let’s face it- even on Mother’s Day, the majority of us still end up putting our beloved babies first. If you’re anything like me, even though you truly appreciate the sentimental gifts & efforts, what you’d really like is a day off, recovering from the other 364 days of gritty motherhood effort, no? 7y.o: “Mom, what…
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Tread Lightly
Before kids, I was a hard-core athlete. I LOVED to run, to push myself, to get the adrenaline flowing. Running was my favorite activity; I’d lace on the sneakers, grab my Walkman (I told you, BEFORE kids. Like a long time ago, when cassettes were still a thing.), and hit the streets for a few miles. The Captain and I even joined a gym together shortly after we got married, because that’s what cute, childless, yuppie couples do. And I was introduced to… the treadmill. I still vividly remember walking confidently up to the bank of treadmills that faced the mirrored wall. Two older, heavier women were strolling side by…







