5 Things To Go By When Reorganizing With A Toddler

5 Things To Go By When Reorganizing With A Toddler

Many people watch those design shows on HGTV, DIY and other channels on the boob tube these days, me included. I am addicted to Fixer Upper. Like, put me in rehab and take away my credit card, hammer, and paint brush type of addicted. I will see something I like on a design show and want to try it my own way. This has actually been going on for about four years now, after my miscarriage, which had me laid up in bed all day. Binge watching Rehab Addict, Fixer Upper and a few other design shows is easy to Continue reading

Granny Gram – Sneaky Snickeror

Granny Gram – Sneaky Snickeror
Here come the first of many GRANNY GRAMS - The fun perspective of a grandma! "Patience is a virtue when it comes to grandparents, right? We spoil the babies, give trinkets to the toddlers, and take the teens to theme parks. None of which is usually approved. Grandparents are sneaky. We snicker at your folly. Why do we do it? We earned it...." Continue reading

Closing The Factory

Closing The Factory
Motherhood, to do or not to do, that is the question. However in my case, it was more like; to cease and desist or keep on keepin on. How does one determine the right time, if ever, to close the factory? This can be a difficult decision to make, but for me it was easier than... Continue reading

Realistic New Year Goals

Realistic New Year Goals
Every year we cause ourselves an abundance of anxiety and shame in setting “resolutions”. Here’s the thing, it’s a new year, but I’m in my 30’s, you’re not getting a new me. Take me or leave me, it doesn’t matter. This year I’m still my fabulous hot mess self. So here’s my list of realistic goals for 2019... Continue reading

A Mother’s Christmas List

A Mother’s Christmas List
Dear Santa, How are you? I’m fine. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I wrote last. I’ve been very busy (and I’m sure you have too!) Santa, my kids write you every year, and every year their eyes light up with delight on Christmas morning as they rush in to see what you’ve left for them. I, on the other hand, wake up like a 1950’s stereotype. I sneak out of bed to brush my hair and fix my face, so that if I happen to end up in the background of a picture, I don’t end up on the cover of the Enquirer as Yeti discovered in suburban home wearing sweatpants and ironic t-shirt. I don’t want to sound ungrateful Santa, but... Continue reading