HOUSE OF KB

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.

 

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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

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Love. In many forms.

Listen, you lot, I have been on the narwhal train for many years. I have a thing for unusual animals. The platypus is and always has been my favorite. Maybe I like the underdog. The misunderstood. Wouldn't be my first unusual love/relationship. Anyway, I have loved narwhals a long time. I want you to know this is not a bandwagon love. I'm not the only one in this club and we are not complaining. I am thrilled at their recent popularity. I can shop narwhal items to my hearts delight. And gift them just as happily. As can others now. For instance, when your sister from another mister gifts you this cup for your birthday. It has a narwhal on it. It says "You are magic". It is a perfect little w

Screwing up. On the daily.

There are some things about the reconciliation that are easy. Like being with that friend that you haven't seen in forever but there is no awkwardness. There is a familiarity and ease that is easy to become accustomed to again. Lots of remembering and falling into old habits and routines. Good ones. Most of them. But I feel like I am screwing up. On the daily. I had gotten rather used to only caring about myself and the three KBs. Not in a way that wished him ill or that didn't care if he or someone in his family was struggling. Losing that family was a massive loss for me. One I am still trying to come to terms with AND repair. I need to start. I want to start. I don't know where. Sorry, th

Date day.

Last weekend we went on a date. We are trying to do that more often. Not just regarding time but with intention. We arrived, ordered our beers, checked them in to Untappd and out our phones away. We allowed for some kid talk and then moved on to us. A little check-in. About our feelings, our progress and what we still need in our new phase. There is no way our marriage will survive without this work away from the kids. If yours does, hot damn! Get it. Revel in it. High fives for figuring out what works for you. We need something intentional. Out of the house. Away from the potential interruptions. We need something different. We knew this. We know this. We have just recommitted to allowing f

PSA

I needed this reminder. As much as I needed to remember to stay in my lane. Nobody can do this work for me. Nobody's opinion about this work matters more to me than the four humans I share my home with. This is an interesting season. Once more one of growing pains and reflection and shedding. Shedding labels, expectations, norms, shoulds, pretty much everything. Except pounds. Why are those so persistent?!?!? Emmer effer. Let it gooooo! My brain is a busy place. I have been called a whirling dervish for most of my life. Not one physically. But mentally. My brain is always running 1000 miles a minute in a hundred directions. Lately this brain has been riding the anxiety train more than usual.

Fitting in...

We have had Hamilton two months now. My heart almost explodes every time I hear the boys say they love him. I smile when they feed him and put him on his run. I overflow with joy when they run around with him in the park and wrestle with him. There is something so very special about adding a pup to a family. P is equally in love. And Hamilton returns it. He wrestles with his brothers. He lets his sister do anything she wants to him. Just another male falling in line for that little one. But this? This was almost too much. A boy, a book and his dog. I'm not crying. You are.

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