Category: Hard times

I got a semicolon tattoo so I’d be honest about my mental illness

Chatting at the bus stop with my five-year-old, volunteering at my three-year-old’s preschool, and hopping in my minivan for groceries, it’s always there: A little black semicolon tattooed on the edge of my right wrist. When I heard about #ProjectSemicolon, which involves displaying a…

When a friend’s child is sick

When a friend’s child is sick, you are afraid of saying the wrong thing. You don’t know if it’s better to say something in the hopes that they find it a little comforting, or if it’s better to give them their space. If you…

Finding the time (for me)

There wasn’t time in my schedule to think, to plan, to daydream. Every minute of the day was scheduled for maximum efficiency. The only time ideas trickled into my thoughts was when I was trying to sleep, and I’d force myself to clear my…

Of campers and camp-moms

After two summers (and two March Breaks) of longing to be old enough to join her big brother at camp, C finally got her wish today. View this post on Instagram I packed two lunchboxes and two backpacks for the first time today (well,…

Pinterest is my therapist

I had another bad day today.  I could go on about work frustrations and time management struggles and financial concerns and a disastrous house and the fact that our childcare is ending on Thursday, but I don’t want to write it all out.  I’ve…

When the best-laid plans come tumbling down …

Life has a funny way of kicking you in the face sometimes. And then knocking you to the ground, jumping up and down on your torso, and laughing while you try to scramble to your feet. [photo credit] I blogged yesterday — literally yesterday…

Those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad (work) days

Normally, I love my career and feel confident about my abilities. I schedule myself prettttttty well (usually taking on slightly more than I can handle comfortably), and feel good about the general direction of my “company.” But these terrible, horrible, no good, very bad…

Missing: My life. Reward offered.

Saturday, March 7, 2015. That’s what I would choose as my last really “normal” day. We woke up and had breakfast. I shared my DIY column on making reusable kitchen towels. I darted out to my 9:30 Zumba class. When I came home, our…

Dogs + dreams

Before I had my first baby, and my second baby, there was another baby. A fur baby. She kept me company.She rode in a pink stroller.She was my kid-in-training.She was my snuggle buddy (even when my preggo body nearly crushed her)She walked me to the…

Something real on a Sunday night

When you’re a “mommy blogger,” sometimes it feels like there isn’t really a place — on your little corner of the internet — for you to be sad sometimes. We blog about recipes (and recipe fails). We blog about crafty projects and DIY projects….

When you are a parent …

I have tried to blog about what happened, but I couldn’t. (I still don’t think I can, but I feel like I need to say something about it before it’s OK to cautiously continue with my usual drone of cheery project-y posts, you know?) I have…

Everything looks brighter in the morning

Thanks to everyone for their kind comments and tweets in response to last week’s post. I think most bloggers struggle with finding a way to write truthfully without crossing the line into Painful Truths. This post blurred the line, but it describes how I…