The ban.

I have put a ban on the kids falling asleep in our bed. It’s a mommy ban though, the kind that bends a little. However, with a herniated disc in my lower back and very little sleep the ban has become real. I dont get much sleep, so the stuff is precious. No more bending, of any kind.

Last night, my little middle Lily really wanted to be in my bed. She was so persistent about being with me she followed me like a talking shadow until I finally laid down. Since she couldn’t be with me in bed, she made a bed beside my bed on the floor and held my hand until she fell asleep. This


One thing that lights up my whole morning. When I open the door to the kids room, and my youngest yells “mommy” with such emotion that it cancels out all the tough moments before and after. She waves her arms, and as I pick her up she kicks her little legs like an excited frog. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, lays her head down, starts patting my back with one hand while she whispers, “I live you mommy. Mommy. Mommy., I love you.”

Moment of the week

My oldest explaining to her very #savage 2 year sister her emotions as my husband listens at the door. “I really feel left out because you & Lily spend so much time together at school. When I get home, then you don’t listen to me. It makes me feel bad.” So sincere, so sweet.

My 2 year old farts, laughs, & runs away. Her other sister is busy tearing the head off of her barbie, clearly giving zero…..


I am so full of it today. For 15 glorious minutes, I showed my newly minted 7 year old how to hand sew. We went over needle care (i.e. drop it on the floor and its mine forever), how to split thread, thread a needle, and the split stitch. I even showed her how to undo a mistake. I set her free and went back to work. I heard one single, “mom, Lily is touching it” and ended my streak. Somedays, it takes an army.

Did I mention the reason L had to stick so close by is because she colored all the tile on our fireplace a solid yellow with chalk?

Today, I am a living example of patience. Tomorrow, I may light a match….

We’re “scrappy”

I constantly go to estate auctions and comb pictures for real artwork that I enjoy. I know that to appreciate these unknown artists would be important to those who spent years collecting. My budget is usually between $10 & $30. I once splurged at $75 because I HAD TO HAVE IT. It ended up being worth a little something so feel like I got my money’s worth. We also have been gifted a few photos by some wonderful artists. I call my style of purchasing scrappy as opposed to thrifty. So I could understand how someone might be confused, just not my brother.

So last week my brother was staring really hard at our art wall. Somehow I just knew where that puzzled look was coming from. I asked, “Do you really think I somehow managed to purchase or thieve a real Matisse? Seriously? Is that what you’re really wondering?and then I’d hang it over my tv?”

“Well now, you just never know” he replied. I feel kind of cool now. An enigma.

I have been laughing internally at this for about 14 days. It just keeps coming. I’m the farthest thing from a fine art owner the world has known. I only collect priceless one of a kinds like those seen below. Isn’t it beautiful?


that you’d like to have a life again?  Take heart- we’re all right here with you.  I often sit and look on in envy at the mommies that have clean houses in their insta. The ones who go out and have a night out, or a mommy-cation. The ladies on youtube showing you around their spotless house,  & you kind of want to knock a planter over just so they’ll experience the slight bit of chaos you have in your life right now.  Just me?  Nah. I know it isn’t so. Just remember, all that?  It’s show biz people.  Show biz.  Also, their kids are most likely over 6 years old, if not- super annoyed with them in this moment.

Real life. It’s messy.  SUPER duper, pooper on the floor or maybe a wall- MESSY.  Don’t let anyone fool you.  Not a soul.  We’re all in this swamp of motherhood together, some of us just sweat less- it’s genetics.  Personally, I’m in the sweaty swass crowd with frizzy hair. Slow clap for yourself loud and proud today- you deserve it.  Try it, very empowering.

Just left grocery store with many people wondering if one of these children were actually my own.

They finally did it, my kids truly embarrassed me. At least 45 people believe I kidnapped one of my children.

My tiny tot declared war. Kicked off her boots, writhed on the floor in her beautiful dress, when I wrestled her into the cart we went through the whole store with the screams of, “let me out of here! You’re hurting me! Please someone get my daddy, I want my daddy!”

From one end to the other, all the way out to the car. My other 2 circled the cart like they didnt know me. My face is still burning, and I’m waiting for police lights to show up in the parking lot.