20 Things I Like More Than Dieting:
2. Scrubbing toilets
4. Waking up before the sun
6. Not stressing about food
7. Watching the same episode of PJ Masks eleventy billion times
8. Cleaning the cat box
9. Sitting in traffic
10. Enjoying food
11. Running uphill
12. Running uphill into the wind
13. French fries
14. Clipping my nails too short
15. Decaf coffee
16. Touching raw meat
17. Taking laundry out of the dryer
19. Being happy
20. Olive Garden To Go on a Saturday night
See this mess right here? This is how my family room looks currently.
This is how my family room looks often.
I know some of you out there are cringing at the sight of this. Toys are strewn about creating an unintentional obstacle course. A toddler chair is turned upside down just outside of the photo frame. Gazillions of tiny pieces of a variety of games and play sets are laying around EVERYWHERE.
It is a complete and total mess. I get it. Continue reading
I am the mother of a beautiful little girl who just happens to have some different needs.
My daughter is strong and smart and kind.
She is curious and fun and stubborn.
She likes dessert better than dinner and can read the emotion on someone’s face in an instant.
My daughter makes me laugh every day and she would make you laugh, too, if you spent time with her. I guarantee it. Continue reading
Saturday THEN vs. NOW –
THEN: Sleep late into the morning, with sunlight being the only disruption to your slumber.
NOW: Be woken up at the crack of dawn by your first born disruption. Sunlight is the least of your worries.
THEN: Run errands or not. Maybe take a solo trip to the mall to shop for yourself, if you want.
“Don’t catch me, Mommy!” my three-year-old exclaimed as I reached for him.
He was busy bounding up and down the bleacher steps at his Daddy’s baseball game last night. Happy and confident, he was taking such pleasure in the loud “boom” the metal planks made with each exaggerated step that he took. He was having a most wonderful time.
I, on the other hand, was watching with bated breath. My insides clenched with anxiety with each move he made, as I just waited for him to fall. My mommy instincts were in full effect, and I swooped in to rescue him. I reached out for his hand. Continue reading