We were reminded by hubby this morning that we said we’d go to my brother in law’s friend’s house because they were hosting a MacMillan Coffee Morning. Kids these days throw around the word epic all willy nilly. However, the amount of cake there truly was epic. Tables were groaning under the weight of it.
So I wrote a while ago about my doctor’s appointment that I had all the way back in the middle of March about issues that I have been having related to my hormones. What I keep forgetting to do is update you on the results of those blood tests! In the beginning of April, I had
Sometimes I wish I could walk around with this sticker on me. Put all of my cards on the table and cut through the uncertainty to find other mamas who are also looking for friends. Why? Because… Lack of connection is the worst. thing. ever. Mama life can feel so scary if you feel like
So sometimes you can’t think of anything original to make for dinner, for lunch, for breakfast, whatever. Your mind has reached peak decision fatigue and you just reach for whatever to eat. But you kind of want to still have something vaguely nutritional, flavorful, or just a little bit exciting than standard kid or family-friendly
This week has been nice. Everyone has been getting back into their groove. We’ve been able to go outside and play with it staying lighter that bit later once we all get home and the munchkin has been up to his usual hilariousness, see above walking in mama’s boots yesterday morning before going into town.
Why on earth does this idea that suffering is always a good thing persist? Sure, there is resilience in overcoming obstacles and temporary pain for some sort of gain, but why do we suffer when it does not serve us and won’t ever serve us? Case in point: bras. Stick with me, here. Last week,