“But then I don’t get her feet or legs!” shouted my four-year-old to my eight-year-old. I had been reduced to body parts by my children. Pieces of myself for my kids to fight over.
Chasing the Void
On Sleep Deprivation: Hit Up That Drive Through, Get Outside, and Fake It Til You Make It
Fake it til you make it. This is a biggie. When I’m super exhausted and want to crawl back into bed, I put on real, presentable clothes instead of yoga pants and a t-shirt. Because let's face it, napping when they nap isn't really going to happen. So instead, I put together my best self to tackle the longest of days.
Letting Go of Picture Perfect
I’m here to tell you—you need to read this every holiday. Let it go. Let the idea of a perfect, shareable photo go.
Weekly Round Up
To My First Baby On Your 8th Birthday: The Things You've Taught Me
An Ode to the Drive Through Coffee Shop
2. You can do some serious multitasking while you’re in line. Chat with a friend. Amazon Prime that birthday present for Susie’s party on Saturday. Pluck your brows.