Hot coffee splashes onto my crisp, clean white shirt as I walk down our stairs bear-gripping each tot under an arm while juggling a chipped porcelain mug in my hand. I know it is a precarious feat to attempt, and silently curse our split level house every chaotic morning. But this particular morning, I was feeling…
Category: Wino Mom
Despite my love for adventure, experience, and control, I never really was one to talk about “bucket lists.” But then my husband and I made a decision about nine months ago that quickly changed this mindset. We registered for the Spartan Beast… in Hawaii. Going to Hawaii was not practical per se, and we were…
‘Twas the night before Icegedon and all through the city, Every mom in Austin filled with self pity. Cartons of wine stored in the kitchen with care, In hopes that might dull tomorrow’s screaming there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of snowy days danced in their heads. And…
It was 7:15 AM. I finished a workout, and glanced at my Facebook page for the first time today. “My heart is with Vegas.” “Vegas, I have no words.” Then, “Worst Mass Shooting in US History.” My heart raced, and full panic sat in. What in the world happened last night? And then I looked…
Am I unemployed? I sat staring at the box titled, “Job Title?” Do I put freelance writer? I mean “writer” is my dream job and all, but it’s not exactly like I bring home a regular paycheck by any leap of the definition. Do I put “unemployed?” I’ve been unemployed before. I sure remember being…
So I’m a closet adrenalin junkie. Give me a physical or mental challenge, I love to tackle it head on. Which also means I have the propensity to get bored very easily. So when I became a full time stay at home mom, I was concerned about not being physically and mentally stimulated enough. Would…
Sitting outside on a patio slowly drinking a steaming cup of coffee (that is actually hot) and a mimosa with my favorite man, soaking up a hint of sun in the grey skies that marked our belated honeymoon, I got the irresistible urge to phone my two-year-old daughter just to hear her voice. Babble babble…
“Spider! Spider!” Addy exclaimed. Glancing over I scan the room, quickly retrieving my shoe off my foot, ready for an instant squash if it comes to that. “Oh no.” Chills crawl up my spine, and I take a deep breath. It’s not a spider. I really wish it was. No this intruder is at least…
My cherub cheeked baby attempts with all his might to crawl up a stair, falling backwards with a loud thump (cue siren cry). “Oh No!” Addy exclaims, “Baby Henry hungry!” Well yep that IS usually the case for this little chucky monkey, but this particular dually noted complaint was him experiencing the oh so very…
In lieu of flowers… You are everything to me. It’s true, growing up I didn’t see you as a person with unique desires, needs, and strengths. All your attributes were clothed in your role as “Mom” to me. This used to terrify me to my bones. In my eyes, you exuded selflessness, while I wore a selfish…
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