I have always wanted to write. I have, actually, for years. But I don't think the adolescent ramblings of a tween or the documentation tendencies of a young adult count. I've recently reread them. So I can tell you, they don't. Now I need a place to be free. Unfettered. As I figure out this new space and place in my life. Business owner. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. And now reconciled wife.


Grab a cup, sit on the comfy couch and chat with me.

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Should be called "Momma Rest"! I'm gonna Oprah these for every new mom, moms with kids that don't sleep, moms with kids who wake up too early or, you know, any person who likes sleep. xoxo


I can see clearly now.

This is something I do. I think I can do things based on what makes sense logically. Without having any actual knowledge about how to do said thing. Most times, this is NOT bragging as my failures have been spectacular, it works out. Our upstairs bathroom has new fixtures. Our coat closet door became a magnetic chalkboard before it was cool. Or easy. Read: the magnetic paint came from China and I probably should have been wearing a mask. I could probably Google this ish. I should probably Google it. But I just have tremendous faith that watching my dad do stuff growing up and my own brain has cobbled together enough knowledge to tackle projects. Except electrical stuff. That is still eighty-

Send help. ASAP!

You lot, I was dying. I think. I certainly felt like I was dying. I had one kid sick in the beginning of the week and we were in the clear. Right up until we weren't. I managed to feed everyone dinner and get the little one to bed. The boys each got a tablet and a timer. We all climbed into bed and I was sure the end was near. The next 36 hours are, at best, a blur. We all survived. But it was a battle. I don't know what I had but I was out of it. I was asleep by 6:30 with the boys in bed watching shows. I hope they attended to the timer and put the screens away when it was time. But honestly? I don't care. They slept through the hours of my puking in a bucket. No need to look too deeply at

House to Home.

*This was written months ago. As were the many posts to follow. But I needed some peace and quiet. The holidays were tough. The screen light of instagram and facebook seemed to shine light on my failings. While highlighting everyone else's successes. This is not the truth. I know this. I scuttled away for a bit to remind myself. And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.* She bought a house. The ex-girlfriend. The curse (and gift) of living in a small town. Learning these things. We have an area newspaper that lists real estate transactions. I was spared the happy photo of her standing next to the sold sign but the news was there. It's exciting. Buying your first house. An accompl