Picture yourself in a small white house, in a pink room with white wicker furniture, lying on a bedspread covered in a signature 1990’s rose pattern. You are 7 years old. Your best friend can’t come over this weekend, you are sick of the same old toys, you’ve been staring at your ceiling fan for 20 minutes, and you are bored out of your little mind. You walk into your parents’ room and desperately proclaimed, “I. Am. So. BORED!”
Then, she looks at you. The classic Mom look, her gigantic glasses reflecting back at you with a confident smirk. She knows exactly what to say. “If you’re bored, I’m sure I can find something for you to do.” Continue reading →
My relationship with coffee has changed so much in the past few weeks. I’ve seen all these cliche mom posts about wine and coffee, but once you pop out a second kid something inside of you wants coffee 24/7. It’s just like the SNL spirit animal skit. We instinctively chop off our hair, drink a LOT of coffee and develop a taste for wine. I mean-I haven’t yet wanted wine *vodka cran girl*, but it appears to be my closest goal.
I have two kids, a minivan, and strong opinions on vaccinations. I am a 19 year old child in a 31 year old mother’s body. And it’s weird as hell.Continue reading →
Part One is Here
Part Two: So, we made it to Boston. Once off the plane, we gave each other the usual smiling silent, “Well, that was awkward.” expressions and made our way to baggage claim. Shortly, we were ready to tackle Boston’s public transportation system and take the bus into town.
Our first impressions of Bostonians were not positive, as the guy in the information booth did not seem very excited to tell the two country mice the best way to get to Government Center, but later we had nothing but pleasant encounters. In hindsight, he was probably from somewhere else. Kristen took the reins and pointed her spaced-out friend in the right direction. A free bus ride to Government Center-the station nearest our hotel. We were on our way to The Langham Hotel-a swanky place that Kristen and I decided to splurge on since we were only staying in Boston for one night before I had to work. Once there, we GPSed the best walking route to our destination. Unfortunately, our iphones had no idea where we were or which way we were going. Maybe they were used to our usual open spaces. We made several u-turns in the cold-stopping to touch the leftover snow from the week before. It was dirty and hard and gross, but it was snow-a rarity where we are from. I even made a tiny-disgusting snowball. Because SNOW. Continue reading →
Blogs about trips are so hard for me to write because so much happens that I don’t know where to begin. I don’t want to overwhelm you with every little detail of our five day trip, but I don’t want to forget the good stuff, so I am trying something different. I’m going to make this a series of short stories so I don’t forget anything while simultaneously not boring the heck out of my readers. Let me set the scene: Continue reading →
I haven’t really talked too much about my new job because I was afraid it was too good to be true. Having actually worked it a few weeks and gotten good feedback from my new boss, I think it might finally be safe to mention. When Jack was born, Rick and I both wanted me to stay at home as much as possible. I was a daycare baby (and obviously turned out totally fine), but for some reason, it was just something I wanted. When I actually met my child, I KNEW it was something I wanted. When he turned six weeks old and I didn’t have to go back to work, I was elated. I was exhausted and happy and fat and miserable and my body was nowhere near fully recovered from birthing a human being. I remember thinking about the many women who (by choice or by need) send their infants to daycare and return to full time at six weeks. How do they do it?! I didn’t get a full night’s sleep for the first six months of Jack’s life. I can’t imagine adding a full time job to the mix. It is seriously insane to me that six weeks is the norm. Continue reading →
Okay, okay. I know this is a typical cheesy Valentine’s title, but y’all. I am FEELING the love this weekend. Let me start with romantic love (since everyone assumes that’s what this is all about), and then move on to the real message behind this babble. Continue reading →
It has been said on more than one occasion that I am a very “open” person. I don’t think it’s ever been intended as a negative comment. Sometimes, I take it as a compliment. Others say it in a way that is not intended in any way except factual. I just am. I am open. I feel (maybe a little too) comfortable discussing pretty much any topic. I tend to overshare, but to me it isn’t oversharing. It is just being open. Continue reading →