When it comes to presidential elections, I think it's safe to say that we have never seen anything quite like the one we're currently experiencing, at least in modern times. Reporters are writing stories on the anxiety and fear that Americans are experiencing as the election draws near. Add social media to the mix where people can post, share and comment however they so choose behind their computer screen, and it's no wonder we're all at least a little anxious and fearful.
Social media is one thing. I can keep scrolling. I can remove myself if I choose to (and I do). But what if there is political discord at home?
My husband and I are basically on the same page on...
I often read articles encouraging moms to have the freedom to say 'no.' Many of us are spreading ourselves too thin. We feel the pressure to volunteer for everything, partake in as many of the kids' activities as possible, and pack our weekends full of sports, parties and play-dates. I wholeheartedly agree that it's okay to say no. In the same breath, I find myself searching for the encouragement to say 'yes' -- for myself. The strength to care for me.
In the hustle of the day, getting everyone ready, work, school, food, etc, etc, taking time for yourself is easy to put last on the list. The yoga class I used to go to? That means waking up even...
I have been with my husband for close to 13 years, and there have been a few things I have learned. Recently in the chaos of parenthood and returning from vacation, we had a crazy moment of kids screaming, appliances malfunctioning and tired parents which resulted in me having my own “mommy breakdown” that we all try so hard to avoid. In that moment, I wanted to act exactly how my kids act sometimes when they don’t get their way – I wanted to kick, scream and cry.
As my husband noticed me about to my breaking point, he looked at me and calmly said “Step away, go for a drive – relax.” Of course, my initial reaction was “ARE...
I am not who I used to be. I use words like “potty” and “tummy.” I am more gentle when speaking and will talk to any child I come into contact with.
I am not who I used to be. I no longer stay up past 9:00 p.m. The days are longer now. The evenings are so hectic. My eyes are heavy by the end of the afternoon. I run only on adrenaline now.
I am not who I used to be. My car is always messy. Crumbs and completed school assignments are everywhere. I used to take pride in my car but we are always in it now, so it’s harder to keep clean.
I am not who I used to...
As a mother of both boys and a girl, I write this a little torn. I want my boys to be strong men and rise to the occasion as providers and protectors. Primitive thoughts I know, but anti-feminist, I think not. You see I also want my daughter to be strong and able to provide, and protect herself and her future children (as any mama bear would.) These thoughts began to flood my mind as I listened to my wonderful sweet children argue with each other in their room one day. My boys would shout something then my daughter would cleverly reply. Then suddenly I heard her sing in a loud voice, “anything you can do I can better,...
Around Baton Rouge
Wearin’ of the Green :: Baton Rouge Goes Wild {and Green!}
Wearin' of the Green :: Baton Rouge Goes Wild {and Green!}
Every March, Baton Rouge flips a switch. Suddenly, the streets aren't just streets anymore—they're...
