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