Is It Just Me? Or Does Misery *REALLY* Love Company?

I surround myself with some pretty cool chicks. We try to meet regularly, check in on each other, celebrate our victories (parenting and otherwise) and support each other when we have those days we fail spectacularly. 

Because we do. We all do. 

No one likes to fail, BUT when I fail, I don’t want your encouragement (not right away). I want your participation. I want you to jump right in with me – and make me laugh at myself or cry with me because we both totally suck. I want to go down in a blaze of glory – when I set the kitchen on fire (accidentally), when bath time deteriorated into a battle of wet, frustrated wills, when bed time never actually happened, when a “fun activity” left everyone in tears, when I didn’t calm down before I disciplined, when I prioritized work over family, when my child growled at me … 

I try every day. I work hard toward every goal.
Sometimes I fail.

When that happens, I need to know I’m not alone.

Are you with me? 





Kristen is still in the middle of her love story. She and her best friend of four years gave in and finally decided to date. Two years later, she was engaged. Two years after that, she was married. She’ll celebrate her 17th wedding anniversary this May. Mom to Ellen (8) and James (5), she works full time in Human Resources outside of the home. Her children have taught her that motherhood is hard. And wonderful. And HARD. A proud alum of LSU and Johnson and Wales University, she also collects college degrees. (BS in Psychology, AS in Culinary Arts and BS in Culinary Nutrition). She’s lived in Baton Rouge a majority of her life, with sojourns in New Orleans, Charleston, SC and Providence, RI. The south is clearly home. Recovering from a nearly crippling case of adolescent insecurity, she is still the most likely to have the heel of her shoe caught in the hem of her pants.


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