Mental Health

Most moms feel super guilty about needing “me time.” And when we do make the choice to take that break someone else will come along and add to that guilt.  I’m always amazed at the plethora of comments on my husband’s social media posts telling him how much he deserves a break and saluting him for being a dad. However, if I dare to say, “I am tired,” I’m usually met with “that’s what a mom does.” We have been conditioned to teach moms that they MUST burn both ends of the candle and be ok with it.  Especially if you’re a working mom … jobs expect 110% of you, kids need 200%, and a spouse wants 300%. At the...

Y'all. This list could go on forever. I never wanted to know how to do these things, but I'm married to a first responder husband, who is also in the Navy. Some things can't just wait until he gets home, because sometimes that's going to be a few weeks or even months. So, if YOUUU have a partner that greets you every evening eager to fix whatever is broken, hug them extra tight. When duty calls and I'm the only household manager in sight, here are the things I don't want to do (but I suck it up and handle it.) Handle anything that deals with any sort of bodily fluids Including but not limited to injuries, doctor visits, plunger-related crap. #punintended...

This morning, I read the news about Stephen "Twitch" Boss who committed suicide at 40. Boss was the former DJ and co-host of the Ellen Show, but my husband and I had known him from his beginnings and his meteoric rise after his stint on So You Think You Can Dance, which we had watched religiously since its inception. Twitch always seemed like he was the epitome of happiness, and while I'm absolutely shocked at his death, I can tell you with absolute certainty that you can look fine on the outside and be dying on the inside. I think that's why I'm so saddened by his death. Five years ago, I changed jobs... Unexpectedly. Suddenly. The school district where I taught indicated...

Nah, I’m not doing that and I’m okay with that. Sometimes I wonder if other people realize I’m human. It’s like I became a parent and (almost) everyone decided that I was superhuman. I am not capable of doing everything. How many of us stay busy all day long? At one point I had to keep my schedule book around because I would break my day into 15-minute intervals. There was a three-year period of my life where I would drive from Zachary to New Orleans for work. I never spent less than 3.5 hours on the road. Then I either had a newborn or was expecting. I was beyond exhausted. I used to feel guilty when I had to turn people...

I’ve been a self-help kind of gal that likes to read books and take accountability. If I wanted something, I worked hard to earn it. I have evaluated ways that I could improve myself often. I’d assess my choices but then I would do them all for fear of making the “wrong” choice. Choices like, “Should I go for a walk right now or spend time with my family?” “Should I take a shower right now or clean the kitchen?” “Can I get a moment to breathe or should I go read a bedtime story to my child?” became the norm.   When I found myself working harder than ever and feeling as though my days were running together without feeling...