Lately, I’ve been kinda obsessed with giving myself grace and reminding myself it’s okay to not always be the BEST mom. Sometimes it’s okay to
“The universe gave me a child because it knew I needed to learn how to be patient.” — I heard this on a podcast, and
Happy new year, everyone. On past NYEs, I’ve set resolutions, and other times when I’ve felt like it was uncool to set a resolution, I’ve
Remember the Baby-Sitters Club series, the quintessential young-adult books about the teenage girls who all sit at someone’s house in Connecticut every week, waiting for
When I’m with my kids all weekend, I crave a break. Not necessarily to go out and get a manicure or go out to brunch
Last year I was a mediocre Christmas mom. The year before, I was a downright bad Christmas mom. The year before that, it was covid