Summer Goals: Show Your Arms, Girl
This post is sponsored by Cacique Intimates and includes tracking links. For more information about tracking links and how to opt out, please visit All About Do Not Track and Cacique Intimates’ Privacy Policy prior to clicking any links found in this post. Like many women, my love affair with summer has been a journey. A long- sweaty, thigh chaffing- journey. Shorts, tank tops, bathing suits, I mean… it’s a lot to emotionally unpack, but once I did, can you even imagine how exciting that was … [Read More...]
18 Hours.
By the time you read this, I'll be... I'll be in my fucking bed. In my fucking room. In my fucking house. Laying next to my fucking husband who took off work to be with me not in this fucking house, but in the fucking hospital, getting my fucking surgeries. I'm angry. I'm so angry … [Read More...]
Hysterectomy at 37
I can no longer take Advil. Or vitamins. Or shave off my pubic hair. As of this morning, I have to stop having sex and wearing lotion. I've spent a lot of time looking at scribbled drawings of my vagina, bladder, urethra, and uterus on various packets of paper. I was sitting in … [Read More...]
God Save the PTA Mom
I have that flu you get when you overextend yourself saying yes to things you have no business saying yes to because you are a foaming-at-the-mouth control monster with a martyrdom fetish. … [Read More...]
Bohemian Rhapsody at Twelve
I don't know why we don't make a bigger deal out of the transition from a kid sitting in the backseat to the front. We celebrate every other milestone with Pinterest parties and YouTube videos, why are we not at least making cakes for this? … [Read More...]
Be safe. Okay.
"Remember to be safe, okay?" Andy leaned over and kissed me in the dark at 4:30am. He was on his way to work, I was laying in bed for another hour or so, before getting up, getting the boys to school, and then heading out on a seven hour road trip with Gigi. Remembering to be safe is a funny … [Read More...]
I am surrounded by small stuff.
"Don't sweat the small stuff." Is something you have never had to tell me. Small stuff? What the fuck is small stuff? … [Read More...]
DIY: Denim Cut-Offs
Jorts is such an ugly term. It conjures up visions of dads in white socks with velcro sandals, cell phones clipped to their belts, waiting in line for churros at a theme park. … [Read More...]
The Vision Board… Less Stupid Than I Assumed.
So, I made a fucking vision board. It was like a craft project, which I've never really had the patience for. Ask that "scrapbook" over there. I had grand plans to do one for every kid and their first few years of life, but as of right now, it's just a bunch of poorly at-home printed photos … [Read More...]
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