Hot Mess Mommy Express

I remember when my little Everly first rolled over. Tears streamed down my face as I sat at my desk looking at the video that was sent to me so that I could see it. I remember wishing that she could've held off until momma got home at 5:00 and wondering if going back to work was the best decision for me. That's the thing with kids. They are completely unpredictable. There's just no telling when they are going to take that first step, say that first word or in my recent parenting world, starting to use the potty.  I love following a lot of moms on social media. There's nothing like feeling like you have the support of moms worldwide and of course my local mom squad! Along with that following comes mixed emotions. At times when I see that mom who potty trained her kid long before they turned two, that working mom who took a week off to do just that or even that mom who's on Instagram snuggling her babies over morning coffee, I can't help but get a little emotiona

You turn 28 and you think to yourself "I still have two more years of my twenties." Then 29 comes and shit gets real. I found myself clinging to my youth years. Time flies so fast, especially once you have kids and it absolutely freaks me out. However when I think about it, I never really had those carefree twenties that I've watched a lot of my friends and family members have. I graduated college at 21, got married at 22 and I had my first child at 23. From there, life went into hyper speed. My focus went from being a carefree college student, to a wife and mother. There were times when my inner 20-someting self really wanted to get out, go out and just be stupid or carefree at times, but I wouldn't trade this life for anything. And don't get me wrong, I had my crazy moments. You can thank my sister for that one. She's always there to bring me out of my bubble. Sometimes that's the best therapy!  I always knew I wanted to have my kids relatively young.

I've been struggling with how to put this into words. I know that many moms will be able to relate. I'm talking about the adjustment and transitional phase of your child in school. So let's dive right in... First, let's talk about me. I'm not referring to the "me" that you know as a family member, friend or co-worker. I'm talking about me as a mom. Being a mom brings me the greatest joy. Along with joy, comes times of frustration and moments where you question yourself. Am I doing a good job? Do my kids understand just how much I love them? What else can I do to teach valuable life lessons? In a life full of mom-shamers and a very judgemental society, that tends to hide behind their social media handle or think they can say whatever they want from behind their computer screen, we are often held to the highest of standards. That can be a major pill to swallow.  As a mom, I've always just "done my own thing" and I try not to let society

I'm taking you way back in this moment....to 1998. It was 3rd grade. I was a new student in a new school. Looking back at age eight, I can still remember how difficult the transition was. Difficult until I met...you. We were inseparable with everything in common. The very best of friends. No one could come between us. We were always in our own little world. We liked it that way.  A friendship of that magnitude could never be broken. We grew up together, making memories, with endless laughter, endless conversation and an incredible bond. We were soul mates. It came as no surprise when we were voted "Longest Friendship" by our Senior class. And even less surprising that we decided to go to the same college. We were there for each other's milestones and firsts, highs and lows and when I looked ahead at life ahead, I always saw you by my side. It's been almost 7 years since our friendship came crashing down. I was devastated. Broken. And couldn't understan

Today's the day. It's the day I've long avoided ever since that March day in 2014 when I learned that not only was I expecting twins, but I also had to part with my beautiful, pearly white Toyota Prius. Now anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely adored that car. Actually "adored" isn't the right word. I was obsessed with my Prius. Call me materialistic. You know what? I am in some ways, but aren't we all?  I left the hospital on that day determined to avoid the minivan. I mean hip moms don't drive minivans, right? Fast forward to a few weeks later when we drove home in our brand new SUV. I wasn't excited to drive that sucker home, even if it was shiny and had new car smell. It wasn't my Prius. It solved the space problem though, or so I thought. That is until our babies actually came, along with all of the STUFF that babies require to leave the house. We quickly learned that the SUV, wasn't going to cut it. Thankfully we leased it.