I call shenanigans. And here's why. I have anxiety and depression. It's hard for me to give 100 percent when I can barely get out of bed. Hubs puts in his 100. When I'm up, I'm giving my all. Some times, so is my husband. He has his days too. That's when I put in... Continue Reading →
I've been having sock issues lately. Meaning, my socks were so worn down and thin they slipped off my feet into my shoe as I walked. The King knows me all too well. He knew I wasn't going to buy socks for myself. This is love. This is what it looks like. It's not roses,... Continue Reading →
If you've followed me for a while, you may remember that for the past three years, I've been the bread winner of the family. My husband, the King, had been going to school for IT. He graduated in August 2018. And we thought, cool, he's gonna get a job and life is gonna be awesome.... Continue Reading →
You have to scream to get anyone to listen to you!! This seems to be a universal mom thing. No one seems to listen or pay attention to you until you turn into a stark, raving lunatic. Then, they all stand around and try to figure out why the men in the white jackets are... Continue Reading →
So, my week started off pretty craptastic. First official day on the floor and I dropped 3 calls. Got home and had family issues. Got to work on Tuesday and found I was in ACW all night. Handle time nightmare. But I made the promise it would be better. And it was. Wednesday got free... Continue Reading →
There is so much that I wish for. It’s hard admitting that because as humans, moms in particular, are trained to believe wanting things is greedy and selfish. We’re taught to take care of everyone else before us. I’ve even seen infographics on Facebook that put women/wives/moms last in a hierarchy. God then husband then... Continue Reading →
I just read a post that has me bawling. It was simple and heartfelt and it addressed the one thing moms always wonder. Do I make a difference? So many days, as a stay at home mom, you wonder if anyone notices. You start to think that it’s only noticed when you don’t do it.... Continue Reading →
Dear King, It’s weird. I really don’t know where to start or what to say. I feel like we have no problem saying I love you. I guess I could start with the standard I love you. I appreciate you. Thank you for loving me. But that all seems trite. It doesn’t complete the thought... Continue Reading →
The Glorious Train Wreck Mom 