Hot Mess Mommy Express

Fog. It's this thing I've been walking around in for the last couple of weeks. I haven't felt like myself in quite a while. Between the packed schedule at home and the packed schedule at work combined with all of the curveballs added on top, I have been one physically and mentally exhausted subhuman of myself. Last night I made my family go to sleep early; two hours earlier than I normally go to bed to be exact. Let me just tell you! Today, I feel like a new me. Perhaps it's because this week marks the last ballgame of the season and we will no longer be running to the ball field four nights a week. This week, my work calendar isn't overflowing with meetings. This week, we have a fun weekend to work toward. This week, I finally have time to squeeze in much needed workouts. This week, my meals are planned. This week, even my kids can take a breather.  The other day, I was so mentally tired that I didn’t even realize I didn’t fully start my car. I put it in re

7 years ago, we purchased our current home and a new chapter unfolded. We entered our home having one child, barely two years old, completely different jobs and a positive outlook on what our future would hold on Hanley Road.... Doesn't that sound magical? Well, there's a twist to this story! Enter the red couch. Salsa red. Yep! The me 7 years ago wanted to make a statement and so I pranced (yes pranced) into the furniture store and said "yep! I'll take that one!" Here's the thing....current me absolutely hates it, yet I have been stuck with it, because well...let's face it. Couches aren't exactly disposable or interchangeable. They're pretty expensive! Plus there was that time we had twins, that time we had what felt like forty-five medical bills, that time we needed a new car, that time this or that needed replaced....life. When it comes to taking care of your family, it's all about priorities. Do you feel me? That red couch has remained

When you get that phone call....from the PTO asking if you would like to be head room parent for your son's classroom. Here's the thing. I would absolutely LOVE to do that. Turning it down absolutely killed me, but here's the thing. If I can't be all in, then I'm not willing. That's my mantra with most things. Sometimes it's hard not to feel that little twinge of mom guilt. At the same time, I have to keep my focus on my family's needs, our family calendar, my full-time career goals and make room for some self care in the crazy mix that is my life.  When 2019 started, I wrote down my personal resolutions, one of which was to start saying no. How often do we overload our plates by  agreeing to things before we fully think them through? How many times have we maxed our budgets by saying "count us in" when friends and family invite you to things? How many mental breakdowns have we had, because we've taken on too much? Here's the thing mo