An Ending


I just read a great post on, written by Pete of Dadmissions, talking about couple-ness in parenthood.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect for me because I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my relationship with my hubby. I mean, what are we REALLY like as a couple when everything else – work, kids, etc. – is stripped away? It is so easy for the ins and outs, ups and downs of daily life to shift focus away from the really important stuff…like a marriage.

Right before we got married. Just kids, right?!

My lack of focus on “us” became glaringly obvious to me once we decided that our family was complete. B had a vasectomy this past September and just like that, no more babies. The decision was made and the appointment was scheduled before we could have a second thought.

Then I was pummeled by a hailstorm of emotions. I kind of fell into an emotional funk, grieving all of the things I’ll never experience again – hearing my baby’s heartbeat for the first time, seeing the first sonogram, feeling her kicks in my belly, meeting her for the first time, etc.

And what about my sweet little O? She was only 7 months old. I second guessed the decision for days, feeling guilty because O will not have a sibling close to her age. M and E are so much older than her and that sibling bond that comes with shared childhood experiences just isn’t there. She will probably be the only kid at home for a good chunk of her childhood. I cannot imagine my life without my baby brother, so it seemed so awful to deprive her of that.

I expected to feel and worry about these things.

But then all of these unexpected things came up! I realized at that moment that hubby and I have hardly spent time together just being a married couple. The fact that we would not be having any more babies opened up an entirely new realm of things for me to think about, plan for, and worry over.

That one time we went out and got crazy in 2012. Let’s do that again!

What will we do with our time? What will we talk about if not of the babies or the bills or whatever? We are already on the quiet side, so what WILL we talk about? What kind of couple will we be when we have the time and the energy to actually BE a couple? What if we suddenly realize we don’t like each other?


Such a funk that it has taken me almost 3 months to get around to writing about the situation. Depressing, I know. It took a little longer to process than I had imagined, and I think this rambling stream of word vomit is just another step in the journey.

One thing that truly helped me sort out the tangled, matted mess of my thoughts and feelings was to write a letter to my husband. I started it the night before his appointment, and I’m just finishing it up. I will post it as a Part 2 (kind of) to this one.

I know this was a very long post, and I hope some of you can relate a little. I wanted to get some of the heavy stuff off my chest as 2014 comes to an end.

Starting anew always feels amazing! πŸ˜ƒ

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Awkwardly Anonymous

After obsessing over whether or not to link this blog to my personal Facebook page, I’m going with a big fat NO…at least for now.

Sure it would get it out there for people to see and maybe read. BUT…the anxiety I feel when I imagine my family or friends reading this is too overwhelming.

This blog is my way of sharing my life without a filter – to write with wild abandon.

I don’t want to hinder that process by wondering what they might think. This anonymity gives me just enough confidence to really lay it all out there. This shit is about to get real! In time, I’m sure I’ll grow some balls and share with my loved ones.

I would love to know I’m not alone in this. Do you ever hold back because you’re worried what others might think? Why do we care what they think? Tell me what you think so I can stop feeling like a weirdo! πŸ™‚

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I am That Awkward Mom

You know the one. That mom that sits alone at her child’s practice, playing on her phone instead of chatting with the other moms. She’s always present for the activities, but never engaged with the other parents. She’s that awkward mom. I’m that awkward mom…

I’ve discovered that I’m not at all the kind of mom I thought I’d be. Before having kids, I imagined myself as a certain kind of mother. The Super Mommy. The kind that gets everything right. The PTA president, the carpool mom, the football booster club mom, the cheerleading team mom. The one who was always put together, makeup on, not a hair out of place.

My kids would go to my high school alma mater, where my son would be captain of the football team and my daughter would be a varsity cheerleader. We’d live in a big house on the lake and it would be where all the kids loved to hang out. We would host parties there for all of the parents we were such great friends with, etcetera, etcetera. Blah.
That is pretty much the exact opposite of how things have turned out!

I’m naturally introverted, which makes for some interesting challenges when navigating through the social aspect of parenthood. I’ve also discovered that I really just don’t care if I am put together. My hair is always a mess. I rarely wear makeup. As for carpool, my car barely holds the 3 kids we have. It turns out it’s outlandishly expensive to live on the lake and my kids will not be attending my old high school (they will however be attending my mother’s old high school). My son hates anything resembling a sport, unless you count mathletes. My daughter is an artist and wants nothing to do with cheerleading. We randomly decided to have a third child 10 years after I thought our family was complete. She is only 6 months old right now and by far the most challenging of the three. We have zero friends, aside from the ones we’ve had since we were kids. It is much harder to make new friends than I ever imagined! It’s funny how things work out!

After thinking about starting a blog for years, I’m finally taking the plunge! I was hesitant because I worried what people would think. What if I suck at this? What if they don’t like me? I see it differently now. I’m doing it because I want to. I want to write about being a mom in an unrestricted, authentic and honest way.
I hope that people can relate to my posts and I hope people will enjoy the blog, but mostly I want to connect with others through shared experiences in parenting. To make it happen, I just need to put it all out there. Down and dirty. Nitty gritty. No holding back.

Here goes nothing! πŸ™‚

I would love to hear your stories! It’s always good to know we are all in this motherhood thing together. It’s liberating to share the stuff we usually keep to ourselves, for fear of being judged by the mythical Super Mommy. This blog is 100% judge-free, and I’m definitely not Super Mommy. πŸ™‚

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10 Ways Living with Kids is Like Having a Bad Roommate

This morning I found myself in awe at how much my house resembles the aftermath of a tornado. Or the result of a deranged burglar, turning everything upside down and inside out on his quest – not for jewelry or money, but for toys and snacks.

My older kids are theoretically big enough to clean up after themselves. (Theoretically being the operative word here.) However, I’m certain we’ve reached a new level of messiness as they enter their tween and teen years.

I had my son (M) when I was 18 years old and my daughter (E) at 20, so I’ve never actually had a roommate of my own. Despite my lack of real world roommate experience, the kid-to-roommate comparison entered my mind today. Of course they’re not my roommates. They’re my children and I love them dearly. But hey… I have to find the comedy in what would otherwise be my daily undoing in this mess of a house.

Here’s my Top 10:

1. They leave dishes everywhere.

Never mind the sink. What’s a sink? Who needs it? This coffee table works just fine! On the floor or under the bed? Sounds like a plan to me!

I am constantly going through our house, rounding up dishes from every room and every surface. I’m sometimes mind blown at what could only be described as a science project growing on some of them. That was food at one point, right?!

2. Hampers are invisible…

How hard is it really to just put the clothes in the hamper? It requires no more effort than dropping them on the floor right beside the dang thing.

3. Trash cans are invisible too.

Wrappers, water bottles, paper towels, etc. They’re everywhere. It doesn’t matter how many times we address this, it still happens daily.

My son has this odd habit of tearing up anything he can. His fave is styrofoam cups. He’ll sit there and deconstruct the entire thing into a pile of confetti. This isn’t limited to styrofoam by any means, don’t get me wrong. While that may be his preference, equally satisfying are paper cups, plastic cups, or pretty much any disposable item in his vicinity. He’ll gladly reduce any and/or all of those things into unrecognizable piles of paper crap all over the house. I like to call this behavior peculiar. I’m positive I will continue to find tiny chunks of styrofoam long after he’s moved out. It’s everywhere. No matter how often I sweep or vacuum or clean out cushions. There’s always more.

4. If they do locate a trash can and it happens to be full, they begin construction of the trash tower.
This is yet another little annoyance that defies all logic. You are creating a new problem simply because you’re not in the mood to change the bag. WTF?! Get with the program, peeps!

5. They never replace the toilet paper.
Sometimes, I think they do this because they want to see me lose my shit. This would definitely do it if it weren’t for my unwavering determination to show no weakness. They can’t break me! On the outside, I’m cool as a cucumber. On the inside, my blood boils.
6. They eat all of your groceries.


I know this goes without saying. They’re kids. It’s my job to feed them. Still, I’d like it to last at least until I can have a bite too. That empty fridge would actually be an improvement at our house. Our kids like to put the empty containers back in there. Are you really fooling anyone with that? Great idea! Let’s just put it back in there, pretend it’s not empty, and it’ll be like it never even happened. Oh so NOT clever…
These days, if I want something, I have to hide it somewhere or put it where they can’t reach, which usually means I can’t reach it either. Otherwise I’m S.O.L.

7. They always find your candy/cookie/goody stash, no matter how clever you thought it was.

Yeah… That just sucks. And I can’t even come up with a tactful way of addressing their sneaky ways. After all, I was trying to beat them at the sneaky game by hiding it in the first place. Not to mention the entire “lead by example” failure I become by stashing candy so I can binge on chocolatey goodness in quiet solitude, when the need arises (the need WILL arise, make no mistake). As soon as I’m made aware of such a breach, any anger I feel quickly turns to guilt when I really look at the situation. They usually get a pass on this one.

8. They use your stuff without asking.

To avoid reliving this nightmare for the tenth time, I’ve mostly given up wearing makeup. Not entirely, but it’s usually minimal. The basic, boring stuff isn’t nearly as appealing to an inquisitive toddler. Plus, I refuse to spend that much money to replace everything again. Such a waste.

This applies to pretty much anything you find important. Cell phones, laptops, jewelry – nothing is safe.
9. Privacy is a foreign concept.
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You know what I’m talking about. We are all in this zero privacy boat together.
10. They’ve taken over your DVR, canceling scheduled recordings, deleting shows you have yet to watch, and replacing it all with their stuff.20140805-021814-8294202.jpg
The same goes for your Netflix account…

Kinda like a bad roommate, right?

No but seriously, I found myself really getting locked in on these small annoyances. It seemed like every time I walked into a room one or more items on this list would be glaring back at me. It was becoming the only thing I could see and it was driving me crazy!

Life with kids does get overwhelming and this morning I just wanted to throw my hands up in the air and yell “I give up! Good luck with your trash tower! I’m out. Peace…“.

But just as I felt like throwing in the towel, there was a segment on the morning news about how to tell if you’re a good or bad roommate. The nightmarish stories were hilarious, and I definitely needed the laugh. Reflecting on my situation with a whole new perspective, I realized it’s not so bad. Overall, I’d say I have some pretty great roomies!

These tiny things are nothing to freak out about. It’s life. They’re kids. Our house is going to be a mess, despite my best efforts. It’s time that I accept and embrace this reality, because if I’m lucky, I’m going to be cleaning up this shit for a good long while. πŸ™‚

I would love to hear your stories! It’s always good to know we are all in this motherhood thing together. It’s liberating to share the stuff we usually keep to ourselves, for fear of being judged by the mythical Super Mommy. This blog is 100% judge-free, and I’m definitely not Super Mommy. πŸ™‚

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