4 hours of broken sleep.  A few days shy of 4 months postpartum.  Tired, anxious, weak and….yeah…tired.  This morning I resisted the urge to crawl back into bed after dropping the twins off at school and directed my car to CrossFit.  I lifted some heavy (for me) shit and finished off an exhausting workout by pulling… Continue reading (Re) Finding My Strength

We had a pretty typical weekend at the W house.  Dr. H was on call, so we hung out around the neighborhood in case he got called in.  Here’s 6 things that I learned (or relearned) this weekend. Driveway parties + baby monitors = a wonderful way to socialize with other parents. If its too… Continue reading Six Things I Learned This Weekend

It’s the middle of the afternoon and I’m laying on the couch watching Bachelor in Paradise.  I have literally NOTHING that I have to do.  Sure, there are a ton of things that I could be doing, but the bare minimums (clean dishes, clean clothes, dinner possible) are taken care of.  Meanwhile….my husband is slaving… Continue reading Nap Time – The Good Life

Let me start out by saying that I have everything in my life that I need right now.  Heck, I have everything that I want!  I have 3 beautiful and healthy kids that I get to stay home with, a husband who loves me who has a fantastic job, a gorgeous house in a safe… Continue reading Too Tired to Be Happy.

It’s 9:30 a.m.  It’s raining outside and your playdate cancelled due to HFM.  The twins have been fighting since before they got out of bed with no end in sight.  There’s play-doh on the floor and poop on your yoga pants. But WAIT – look!   There is a magical box hanging up on your… Continue reading The TV War

I’m trying not to over-blog about my adorable kids, but today was a milestone that needed to be noted. MY KIDS WENT TO DROP OFF PRESCHOOL! D & A are enrolled in a MWF program for 2 year olds. We’ve been talking and thinking about preschool for months.  Indeed, the buildup of today in my overtired… Continue reading First Day of Preschool!!

Thank you cards are (mostly) a waste of time. There. I said it. Emily Post is rolling around in her grave and wagging her finger at me.  I don’t care – it needs to be said. Having just given birth to a baby, I have been on the receiving end of a ginormous amount of… Continue reading I Hate Thank You Notes