Humble ramblings of a mom surviving chaos on laughter and luke-warm coffee.
My oldest daughter turned 7 yesterday and I found myself texting my best friend, "How is this possible? She's halfway to a teenager but I just became a mom yesterday and I'm not even good at it yet." And if that isn't the truest thing that I've ever said—I'm not even good at it yet. …
Continue reading I’m 7 Years Into Motherhood and Still Winging It.
I really hate writing anything that divides “working” and “stay at home” moms — both using air quotes because we all work hard and we all care for our homes. But there is one season that really brings out my working mom guilt — and, hint-hint, it’s the same as swimsuit season, which is just …
Traveling is exhausting work. It's weird because it entails so much sitting and waiting and very little physical exertion but new surroundings and people and schedules take a toll on the mental load. Traveling when you're a parent is doubly exhausting, no matter the circumstances. Maybe you're like me today, flying solo on a business …
Last week I sat in my car after leaving Kohl's where I was fast and furiously gathering last minute accessories for my sister's wedding on my lunch break. Shoes and jewelry to match my dress, and coordinating outfits for three miniature humans with very different styles. I finished at Kohl's and needed to run into …
A common scene for me: baby on my hip, an obedient 6-year-old standing quietly at my side and the wild one over there refusing to leave, laying on the ground screaming, "NO!!" A common response from kind moms taking pity on me: You know that just means one day, she'll be a leader. While I'll …
Continue reading To My Daughters: We Need All Types of Leaders
8:47pm. It's not quite the end of the day, but we can feel it nearing. And my best friend, Mandy, and I both find ourselves with kids (mostly) in bed, tidying up kitchens, emptying backpacks and resetting our homes for the next day. It was an ordinary Tuesday for the two of us, selected at …
Have you ever heard that term, “having it all?” I have always had a love-hate relationship with that phrase. And my tumultuous relationship with it began at a professional women’s conference I attended a number of years ago, shortly after I had Brynlee (my oldest daughter). There was a session titled, “Can you really have …
