Being a mom is a lot like being a bartender, people are always wondering what else you do. Like that couldn’t possibly be it. You do everything as a mother, but people still want you to do more. (I check both of these occupation boxes, so I’m not sure if that makes me a very good underachiever or if I’m supposed to add a third more respectable job to the line up).… READ THE REST
I am a mom and I have the body to prove it.
My boobs are full, I have a C section scar and frankly, I haven’t seen my abs since 2002. I have stretch marks on my thighs, my waist and under my arms (seriously, what is THAT about?).… READ THE REST
Today’s blog was supposed to be something very different, I had plans to talk about one or all of my ex-boyfriends, how marriage is hard, but worth it, or how parenting is fun, but not. But I can’t do that today, because we are temporary.… READ THE REST