Real Talk

Most women can relate that a shower is much more than getting the Goldifsh crumbs and spit up out of their hair. It’s 5 minutes of alone time. Yes, there might be a kid with their fingertips under the door screaming "mommy," but at least the sound of the running water is soothing. And while the hot water might be relaxing, our brains are usually going a mile a minute. A mom’s 5 minutes of alone time becomes their mental to-do list. As an experiment, I attempted to record my train of thoughts from my shower this morning. So here we go, welcome to inside the brain of a mom. May you enjoy my 5-minute shower thoughts. Ugh, this shower needs to be...

Two kids ago, I was faced with quite a conundrum. My husband had confessed to me his lifelong dream of joining the Navy, and after months of discussions and planning, he left for boot camp. Including school in California, he was gone for about six months when our boys were 3 and 2 years old. During that time, I dealt with the most trying situations our family had faced until that point without his assistance: my first trip to the emergency room as a mom, our house getting hit by lightning, and setting up a pack-and-play.  That last one almost broke me.  My mom was babysitting so I could go to my high school reunion. Before I left, she asked me...

As children in school, we were taught to stand up for people who are bullied. If we see someone being mistreated, speak up, tell a teacher and DO SOMETHING. Why as adults, do we think it is ok to just sit in the corner and keep quiet? Is it fear? Fear of being seen as one of “those people” who care too much or are always talking? I completely understand that. We want to blend in especially if we are naturally introverts, there is no reason to show attention to ourselves if we don’t have to. Let’s imagine something, what if that was your kid being picked on at school? And when you talked to the teacher, they responded with...

The day we shut down Chick-fil-A. It’s a day that is permanently singed into my brain. Okay, it was only the play place, but that might as well be all of Chick-fil-A, amiright? The Fateful Day So this fateful day we had traveled to Mom Mecca and I even scored the rare front row seats! (For you newbs, that’s a booth right next to the glass, so those eagle eyes of mine can remind my child that I’m *always watching*!) I’m not a big fan of sending my kids into a play place unattended (personal choice, stand down all you keyboard vigilantes). However, today we were waiting for Dad, Nan, & Pops for a special dinner, and kid 1 & kid...

Every woman owns the perfect little black dress. You know, the one you slip on when you go out on a hot date? The one that makes you feel sexy and alluring. So much so that you can walk in a room and everyone stops and stares as you walk across with an aura of unstoppable pursuit. The little black dress is a symbol for so many things. It’s a symbol for boldness, attraction, and above all, confidence. Every woman knows that if she cannot find anything to wear, there is ALWAYS the option of the little black dress. As a single mother of a beautiful 8-year-old girl, I often think about the kind of woman she will grow...