On giving myself a break

I’m guessing it was pretty clear from my previous posts that I needed to take a break from Weight Watchers. A break from counting points, a break from healthy eating, a break from passing over the pastry counter at the grocery store, the coffee shop—even the donut truck at the farmer’s market. The deprivation had … Continue reading On giving myself a break


Because you’re worth it

I have been working days for almost two weeks now and all I can think is, why didn’t we do this sooner? I guess the main reason was money—after having two kids in daycare full-time, the opportunity for me to stay home and spend ZERO DOLLARS on childcare was very appealing. I used to look … Continue reading Because you’re worth it

Monday Musings

I GOT NOTHING I have nothing real to write about today. I have a lot of shoulds and “to post” ideas for this blog, but none of them have come to fruition yet. And also, I can’t figure out how to get my phone to download its pictures to my computer. I’m sure there’s a … Continue reading Monday Musings

Please don’t take me to Funkytown

The thing with my depression is that I never know when I’m going to start feeling down. Because of my (wonderful, life-saving) medication, I generally feel pretty good. I can go to the grocery store and not bat an eye, I can empty the dishwasher without feeling overwhelmed, and I can have dinner waiting for … Continue reading Please don’t take me to Funkytown

Top 10 reasons I take a nap every day

Oh, Internet, it’s hard to admit this to you, but after all this time, I’m going to come clean: I take a nap every day. You may be jealous, even a little outraged, but I know you're not surprised. Napping works for me. Here’s why. Because I can. I stay home with Sam during the day, … Continue reading Top 10 reasons I take a nap every day

Coming home

It’s always hard to come back to blogging after being away from it for so long. I don’t know what happened last November. Well, I do know what happened, I’m just not sure why I stopped writing. Maybe I couldn’t handle it anymore? Maybe it was all becoming too much? I wrote here last year … Continue reading Coming home