I’m approaching year 2 of being a mother. It doesn’t seem like it has been that long, but in my head I feel like Im Mathew McConaughey in Intersteller. Time has no relevance when it comes to parenting, and I’m coming off the space ship saying “ Alright alright alright” I knew I wanted to … Continue reading Things I swear I’d never do as a parent (and did it anyway).
Mother’s Day is less than a month As it approaches, I wonder what do mothers really want on mothers day? My husband hasn’t asked this yet but knowing his romantic side, he’ll ask last minute. When I said romantic I meant “typical”. As most mothers will agree, macaroni necklaces are adorable, and Sunday brunch is … Continue reading Sunday Brunch and Macaroni Necklaces
Spring is here. The birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, and I have to shovel my shit out of my closet. Oh you mean you need to get your winter clothes out and bring your spring clothes in? No no no my dear readers, it was more than just changing the attire for the … Continue reading I’m every woman. It’s all in my closet.
To be a mother is simple. You have a child to call yours and bam! You have the title of mother if you choose. But to raise a child you get many titles or even occupations. This is my resume of motherhood. Resume of KJ Qualifications of the following: Negotiator While some are called in … Continue reading Will work for cake
Oh mornings, how you tease me. On a normal week day it starts as so: Hubby’s alarms goes off. Not once. Twice. Because he likes to snooze and “slowly” wake up. I hate this. Especially since I personally never use a snooze button for myself when I have to get up. In fact, studies show … Continue reading Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey
Greetings, Let this be my first blog. Unless you talk about the whole MySpace thing..would that count as a blog?..or a high school headache. The reason why I have started a blog is simple. I have thoughts that amuse many. I like to entertain. I also have a toddler who is sitting on a camp … Continue reading Here I am
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