We live in weird times. Kids haven't been in school since Spring Break. People wear masks. My new favorite perfume is Purel. Things are weird. You're standard operating summer bucket list will not do this year. Bbqs and swim parties are out. Social distancing and take out is in. So, I made a a printable... Continue Reading →
I love calendars and planners. Anything that gives me the illusion I've got my shit together, that's my jam. The fact that neither duct tape or crazy glue could hold my shit together is a whole different topic. The kids have been out since spring break in March so I haven't had to put anything... Continue Reading →
That's me. I'm the Glorious Train Wreck Mom. You can call me Jen. And if you're new here welcome. You might be wondering - what is a train wreck mom? Simply put, train wreck moms are not the Pinterest perfect mom. We are not tiger moms. We are not helicopter moms. Despite our best efforts,... Continue Reading →
You ask how I am. And I say I'm fine. I say I'm tired. You hear I'm tired. But there's so much more. It's more than tired. My tread is worn and bald. Worn smooth like a stone that's been run over by sand and water for far too long. Too long to heal from... Continue Reading →
This. Every ounce of this. And there's no break. No rest. It just bleeds into the next day. The next evening. The next night of broken, fevered dream filled sleep. The heartbreak of wanting to be better but just being too worn down, too tired to keep fighting, keep trying, keep awake.And there's no amount... Continue Reading →
The Glorious Train Wreck Mom 