A Close Shave

The other night, it was around 3am, and I was lying in bed unable to get to a snoozy place. Everyone in the house was asleep, all was quiet, and I’d been tossing and turning for two hours. Hell, even the Puggle was at the foot of the bed, snoring.

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Giving Thanks

Hello you magical, glorious, unparalleled loves of mine, I’ve been trying to write this post for a week. I sit down and no words come out because no words seem adequate enough. But if I don’t write this out, I may quite literally explode, so forgive me if I stumble. Not quite two weeks ago, I posted a blog updating on how life was going. It was a hard post to write, letting myself and our family be vulnerable in the digital age by letting others in on a deeply personal struggle. I posted that entry because it’d been a tough few weeks, and at that moment, a particularly tough few days. I needed an outlet to purge some of the thoughts I was having. I needed to share what our lives were like because I didn’t want to feel alone. Once I hit “Publish” it was this weight off my shoulders. Like, the reality of life was still happening, but it wasn’t a silent struggle I was carrying away from everyone I know. It never stops astounding me that people read this blog. It never stops confusing me that anyone would ever be interested in what I have to say. Within minutes of publishing, friends and readers were calling to start GoFundMe’s for our family. As notifications buzzed on my phone, my eyes got wider and wider, and my jaw got lower and lower. I looked like a mix between a very alarmed fish and Arnold Schwarzenegger at the end of Total Recall by the end of the night. Less than an hour later, two incredible women, Jessa Russo and Tamara Mataya, had set up an online auction to benefit our family, and another glorious gal, Alina Klein, had set up a GoFundMe. People started messaging me, sharing stories of their own suicidal battles, their own brushes...

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The Antelopes

Yesterday was kind of meh in our house. Three of the four of us have an upper-respiratory ick, and when I was out running errands, it managed to snow, sleet, rain, and freakishly hail all while I was out in it. We still have a layer of hail on the ground because Indiana.

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Killing It With Kindness

When I was in preschool, my mom was running a daycare in our home. She would take the kids she sat for and me off to school every morning. There was a little boy in that group who was my age, and he was a complete dick.

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#CurryTuesday

On Tuesdays, I make a slow-cooker curry, then the hubs and I eat it in bed after the kids are asleep and watch whatever geeky shows we’ve got queued up. It’s our version of a date night since babysitters nor money grow on trees.

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