CATE*GORIES

because laughing maniacally feels best when done together

HOPE*LESS

love, your fav rookie homeowners

love, your fav rookie homeowners

My husband and I are rookie homeowners.  In our first home for just over a year now, we’re both learning how imperative maintenance can be.  At the same time, our antics have been pretty entertaining.  As a co-human, I recognize the looks from technicians.  I […]

7:30

7:30

My husband just went to bed at 7:30.  Happy Friday y’all.

had to.

had to.

I scratched my itching arm with my tongue earlier as my son slept in my arms and I attempted to not disrupt him #momlife

is it possible?

is it possible?

Mothering a six month old is purely repeatedly picking up the same dropped item? Is there a max on daily expectations? Because I’ve reached it.

it was planned, which counts.

it was planned, which counts.

I was going to do the treadmill during lunch today, but the power went out as I got changed. Of course, it came back a moment later, but I had already moved on.

christening caterer needed.

christening caterer needed.

I just called and was told to call back and ask for Levi, Rock, or Ace.  Like, I am trying to order meatballs, I don’t need a 1982 hair band ballad performed.

can’t talk anymore.

can’t talk anymore.

Is it motherhood?! I can’t type things correctly anymore.  I slur words.  I sound like a drunk 24-7.  I literally type words that I didn’t even intend to type.  I go back and read something I just typed, and I’ve inserted random words, avoided some […]

and so begins.

and so begins.

The 3.5 month sleep regression. 😩

oh the irony.

oh the irony.

When you have so much wine that you find yourself messaging recovering acquaintances from middle school to congratulate them on their sobriety…

when we grow up.

when we grow up.

Earlier I found myself wondering what my son’s going to be when he grows up, and then I realized I haven’t even figured out what I’m gonna be yet…