When you close your eyes at night for the two seconds in which you are still conscious do you ever think, “My life is OUT of control.”?
That was enough, right? I was getting by. I couldn’t even remember what I enjoyed doing for myself, much less actually partaking in self-care.
Post-Adoption blues or depression is just as real as postpartum depression. Do not hesitate to seek a professional counselor or therapist.
Limited living space, combined with the fact that our toddler won’t play with toys in his actual room, I often look up to find a sea of toys and books.
Dining outdoors is more than just eating. It’s an experience! We’ve rounded up some nearby pizza farms for you to enjoy while the sun is still high.
I know I cannot stop myself from aging, but I can find peaceful and meaningful ways to embrace it. At least for this decade.
WARNING: this post is going to be 95% venting. If potty training was a breeze for you, feel free to stop now.
In an effort to be inclusive, soft serve, gelato, frozen custard, and frozen yogurt are all included in the Rochester ice cream guide.
My oldest child thinks she’s going to high school next year. This is absurd because high school is for big kids who are practically adults.
I hated leftovers as a kid. They looked nothing like the previous night’s dinner; I think it was the pale colored food and solidified fat.