I've been gone for a mighty long while. Honestly, I started this blog thinking I would have a creative and emotional outlet. And then it...

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Postpartum Umbilical Hernia: That's a thing.

On overthinking, and how it leads to broken crockery.

It's lonely being alone with kids.

This bed tent saved my sanity.

Is it happy?

How I can't talk

All ye who may judge her for her laundry choices are hereby invited to shut your piehole, or henceforth take over all laundry duties.

I don't know how to say it. English is not my first language. I only know a few words, sit, walk, treat, WHY ARE YOU STILL BARKING.

I'm not sure you're meeting your fiber intake requirements, because it seems like you're having trouble getting that stick out of your butt.

The Pomodoro Method, as described by someone who is not an expert.

I hereby ascertain that the aforementioned Lady Lactator has done her duty, be it one attempt in the hospital or three years...

Consider it breast milk insurance.

What do you call the shift you work BEFORE work?

Like Postpartum Depression, But Doctors Don't Talk About It!

It's not just corn, ALL the vegetables he eats are visible. Normal, or is he a mutant?

Could I go pro? I mean, maybe. You have to put the practice in, you understand? Practice makes perfect and all that. Ok we don't say that...

It has nothing to do with camels.

Is it odd to have a desire to PUT IT OUT THERE, have some things to say, and yet still want to keep my family mostly private?