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Because parenting can drive you crazy sometimes. But that doesn’t mean you have to let the inmates run the nuthouse.

A Moment of Honesty (and Clarity)

A Moment of Honesty (and Clarity)

I started this blog as a place where I could be “real” as a mom. A place where I could let other moms know that they weren’t alone. I need to apologize to you all. Because I realized that I haven’t been real at all. I’ve been sanitizing my words and trying to create a perfect life so I could share my “secrets.” (As if I really have everything figured out! And with only one child at home, no less!)…

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Mom’s Night Off

Mom’s Night Off

I often debate with myself whether it’s harder to be a SAHM or a Working Mom. And—while it’s undoubtedly physically exhausting to have to wrangle kids into daycare every morning and squeeze errands into the weekend—I eventually come to the conclusion that being a SAHM is harder. Why? We never get a break. We wear the same hat all the time: Mom. We don’t have the chance to take the Mom hat off for a while and don the Employee…

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8 Quotes For a Rough Day

8 Quotes For a Rough Day

Because the hardest job in the world calls for some motivation.   When You’re Feeling Unappreciated “The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only…to support the ultimate career.” – C.S. Lewis It’s easy to feel useless and unappreciated as a SAHM. Your husband and working friends are talking about promotions and mergers and big projects while your only accomplishment for the week was finally finding that lost Lego head. But the workforce does all…

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8 Ways to Reset When You’re Having a Bad Day

8 Ways to Reset When You’re Having a Bad Day

Confession time: I’m having a bad day. You know the ones I’m talking about. I think I went to bed too late last night (Hubby and I were watching Hotel Impossible and lost track of time). I slept a little too late this morning. Baby Bear was in full force after breakfast, clinging to my lap so I couldn’t pay a single bill. And my eyes just won’t. Stay. Open. As I type this, she is supposed to be taking…

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