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It doesn’t get easier, it gets different.

I’m a mom.      A happy mom, a sad mom, a confused and lost mom, a day late and a dollar short mom.   I feel all the feels, all the time. My kids were young when I called my middle sister crying.   This is my ‘make it all better’ sister.   Motherhood was kicking my ass, double time.   Her kids at the time were teenagers. As always, she listened to me fall apart, and when I was done she calmly said ‘listen pal, it doesn’t get easier, it gets different’.   What the hell?   Hello! I am calling for encouragement, not this shit.   If I wanted advice with no value I’d go ask one of my friends who doesn’t have kids, or the dog.   I don’t remember what happened next, but I’m pretty predictable.   I’m guessing I called my oldest sister, to talk about the weather and working into the convo, super casually, I would mention the advice I had just been given.   She in turn would have said ‘we’ve all been there Heidi Lindsay’ (she practically raised me so she can call me the wrong name all
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*Come Together*

I read an article recently on being a mom.  About how all moms are the same.  We are all incredibly blessed to have been given the chance to love another human so deeply it hurts.  There is nothing that can prepare you for being a mom.  The connection you feel towards your child.  It is unexpected, joyous, overwhelming.  Being a mother is the hardest job in the world.  It doesn't matter what kind of mom you are.  Whether you gave birth to your children, or you adopted.  Moms who have sick babies or healthy babies.  Moms who are pregnant with their first or moms who recently lost a baby.  Moms of children with differences.  Older moms and teenage moms.  Your status, your social standing, your religion.  None of it matters.  Moms are moms all across the world.  So why do we hate each other?  Shocked that I said that?  We all do it.  In different ways. I remember coming back to work from maternity leave.  I was bitter and resentful.  I didn't want to leave my baby with a strange

Why Social Media Is Ruining Your Life

I remember when I first joined Facebook.  It was fascinating to me.  I could reconnect with old friends, find long lost family, check in and see how everyone is enjoying their lives.  I loved it.  For a really long time.  It felt nice to be able to share everything with everyone.  In fact, there was a time when I couldn't understand why some people still didn't have Facebook.  Then overnight everyone had a Facebook.  Literally, everyone.  Your mom, your aunt, your neighbor, your daycare provider,  your doctor, your coworker.  Everyone could see your shit.  And worse, you saw theirs.  Which like I said, was cute, at first.  Then, over time, I started to notice how unhappy social media was making me. But, I couldn't stay away.  It's like high school all over again.  I didn't want to be the one left out. So for your pleasure, here is a list of 10 reasons why social sites are ruining your life: 1.  You thought you looked good.  You liked your hair.  Then you logged

A day in the life of...a mom.

There are moms that work.  There are moms that stay home.  There are single moms.  Rich moms.  Poor moms.  But there's one thing they all have in common:  Unbelievably Shitty Days.  That's right.  I feel like moms today are afraid to say that mommyhood isn't always fun.  That sometimes you want to run screaming to the nearest rock and hide under it and pray that those little feet don't follow you. Look, I love my kids.  More than anything in this world.  But I simply cannot lie and say it's all rainbows and butterflies all the damn time.  Let's talk about a recent event, shall we?  And by event, I mean day, like hours of back to back shit. Tuesday morning.  It started out normal.  You know, wake up late and make the whole family suffer thru my yelling and rushing because I couldn't wake up on time.  The threats.  'If you don't get out of bed by the time I count to three, no tablet for you tonight' or 'I swear to God I will leave you home an

It's not hard.

Don’t be mean. The world is a scary place that is made up of millions of different personalities and beliefs.   Being a mom, I now realize just how difficult it is to grow up in this demented world.   I know I cannot fix the deficit, world hunger or global warming.   I can however take every fiber of my being to teach my kid not to be mean.   Will it work?   Hell if I know.   But it’s worth a try.   Take a look around, turn on the news, listen to the radio.   Every other headline is about a bullied kid.   A hate crime.   A mindless shooting.   This is the world our kids are growing up in.   We cannot deny this.    Kids are making You Tube videos crying about how much they are bullied and hated.   How they don’t fit in.   How no one loves them.   This is unacceptable and has to stop.   As a society, we have to change this.   Things will only get worse.   Kids are innocent.   They aren’t born with hate in their bodies and minds.   They don’t understand race, sexual preferenc

D'sheveled

D'sheveled.  Makes it seem French.  Like for all people know, in French it means D'sheveled: being in a state of glamour and wealth, a socialite.  In plain English it means: HOT MESS.  I used to have it together.  I mean like really together.  I knew when I had appointments that were 6 months out.  I knew my husbands social security number by heart, clipped coupons and knew where I stashed them, and could recite the address of everyone I knew.  Then, I gave birth.  Just like that, my memory (along with my nice boobs, patience, energy, ability to multi-task) went down the proverbial drain.  Gone, never to be seen again.  Now if you don't have time to read this because you have it all together, I won't take offense.  I mean, I probably won't call you my friend, but you won't know, because you didn't read this anyways.  For the rest of you, you know who you are, the ones sitting on the computer with the following windows opened: Pinterest, Facebook, People,

We are never ever ever, getting our sh*t together.

That's right, a Taylor Swift reference.  I wouldn't be cool if I couldn't find some way to work pop culture into my blog.  Like Taylor Swift's ex, I am never ever ever, getting back together with my shit.  In fact, we were never actually together.  We went on a few dates.  Made plans.  Talked about our future together.  But alas, it never worked out.  If you have your shit together, don't waste time reading this.  It's not going to enhance your life one bit.  But, if you are like me, have at it ladies.  And man.  I heard once, thru the grapevine, that there was a man that read this blog so I will include him too. Take a stroll down memory lane with me.  All the way back to say.....this morning.  Can you remember that far back?  Take a minute and gather your mess of thoughts.  Your alarm went off and you hit snooze.  Like 5 times, am I right?  Now you are screwed for the rest of the morning.  You got in the shower 25 minutes late.   You hate all of your clothes