Mom Life Mayhem

There is no “right” time to have a baby. You will never truly be ready—but you will figure it out.

Homemade or store bought …whichever way you chose to feed your babies is ultimately up to you and there is no right or wrong.

To all the moms out there with a list a mile long who feel absolutely defeated when nothing gets checked off… I see you. I’ve been you. I AM you. Probably right now. Every morning I try. I really do. I make a plan in my head (or on paper, or on my phone… because apparently one list isn’t enough). TO DO: Fold the laundry that’s been living in bins in the kitchen for two days. Clean the bathrooms. Vacuum. Wash the floors. You know—the usual “I will absolutely not finish this” l

You ever have one of those days where you feel like you’re going non-stop but somehow end the day wondering what, exactly, you accomplished? Yeah. Let’s talk about that—because that was my day. All three kids were home today. The girls are feeling under the weather, which automatically means extra clingy, and Cyrus… well, Cyrus is my sidekick. We don’t go anywhere without each other. He’s just along for the ride, preferably attached to me, judging my life choices. Yesterday,

As we head into the last day of school before Christmas break, I’m reminding myself to breathe. To slow down. To let things go. This season is beautiful, but it’s also loud, messy, overstimulating, and exhausting—especially as a mom. I find it hard some days to keep my girls entertained while I’m tending to Cyrus and juggling the never-ending list of things that need to be done. Laundry, dishes, meals, appointments, cleaning up messes that somehow appear out of nowhere… all w

We survived the first week of the teacher strike… barely. If you’re out there running on caffeine and chaos, splitting up sibling fights,...

I used to hate  mornings. The grogginess, the puffy eyes, and worst of all…leaving the comfort of my nice, warm bed. I love sleep—let’s...

Last night was one of those  nights. The kind of night that tests every ounce of patience you thought you had left. Cyrus was...

Kids stuff, baby stuff ... just STUFF! I always heard about nesting  when you’re pregnant. You know — the uncontrollable urge to clean,...