At the heart of every chaotic scene is a mom who wants nothing more than to crumble at her feet and assume the fetal position. But she can’t. She has to take control of every situation and try to either improve it or end the behavior that started it in the first place.
She saw the glass as half-full – always craving the next taste of life.
The first two weeks after I gave birth to my oldest are a complete blur.
And all I want to do is escape into a world that only revolves around you and your new album, “Purpose.”
A MOTHER'S TRUE LOVE “To my Children, If I had to choose between loving you and breathing … I would use my last breath to tell you … I love you” –Anonymous Many of us, myself included, do not regard being pregnant as dangerous. But the truth of the matter is, it can be. Before… Continue reading A MOTHER’S TRUE…
The year of being 35 has hit an all time low … and I don’t mean as in my weight.It’s as if my body is saying, “OK, you are 35 now … let’s slow down your metabolism and deplete your patience too.”Therefore, I now wish that my “pants size” was what my shoe size is… Continue reading Wishing my ‘shoe size’ was my ‘pant size’
I know it’s my own fault. I am a bit obsessive compulsive when it comes to all the beds in my house being made; the pillows on the couch being in the right spot; and the throw blankets need to be folded and placed over the couch/chairs. I can’t help that … it was that… Continue reading Reestablishing my role as “MOM;” not “MAID” this summer