2018 was one of the fastest years of my life! It has also been one of the hardest for me. I’ve been through a lot of shit this year. It was hard for me to find joy in writing this post at all. I’m glad I decided to do it though because it was nice looking back on the GOOD things that actually happened. Here’s to hoping for a better 2019!
OH MY GOD. How is this day already here. This entire week I’ve been having mixed emotions about my tiny babies turning TEN. TENNNNN! HOW?! I can’t handle this you guys.
I’m a part of a million mom groups on social media and I’ve noticed a trend on what is talked about within the group. It’s usually other moms giving their medical diagnoses, complaining about husbands who don’t understand and what our little ones are eating. Once you have your own child, you think you’re an expert on parenting, don’t deny it… we all think our way is the right way. Well, not all children are the same. Maybe your 12 month old is a pro at eating solids but someone else’s 12 month old might not be even close to being ready to start solids. This is when its best to seek out expert opinions, rather than trying to see what Betty from the mom group is doing with her child.
It’s been about two months since I announced to the internet that I was suffering with anxiety and depression. It was something I debated back and forth with. I share a lot of my life on the internet. I like to be open and upfront about the struggles and joys of motherhood – so I knew I had to share this part of my life as well. If you want to hear more about what I was dealing with and how the anxiety was taking a toll on me – watch this vlog.
**Disclaimer: I wrote this in one 20 minute session (with little regard to punctuation or grammar) and didn’t realize how much I had to say and how many cuss words I needed to say it. 🙂 You’ve been warned.
Lately this topic has been on my mind. I really really miss my high school friends. Some I lost touch with, others I still talk to but not nearly enough. I truly miss the hours of chit chatting about stupid gossip. I feel like we’re all still the fearless 17 year olds that are currently just going through different life stages. Shit, I am only 26 years old, married and have four kids! That’s not typically what you hear from someone so young. A lot of my friends aren’t even thinking about marriage yet or they’re about to get married. They are kid free. The kid-less life seems like some other dimension to me. My life has revolved around my little babes for the last eight years. Trust me, I love my coffee filled, yoga wearing, baby chasing life BUT I miss the days where the only ass I wiped was my own.