Stressed doesn't begin to explain what I am feeling but it's a start. And overwhelmed is a gross understatement. Burnt out, exhausted....just don't do it justice. I'm confident there is not a word for the magnitude of pressure that is building in my head, the migraine that I've had for what seems like forever, the… Continue reading s t r e s s e d
Why do they call it writer's block? They should call it writer's constipation. At least people can relate to constipation. I mean - we've all been there. It's like my brain hurts because there is so much inside and I'm bloated with things I want to write but can't seem to finish. I try and… Continue reading I think I’m constipated
I get it. I'm a bad mom. I work full time, I don't attend every gymnastics practice, I'm not on the PTO, I rarely if ever volunteer at school, I don't go to church often if ever, I cuss like a fucking sailor, I like my Lady and Diet, I'm not a super fit mom… Continue reading Don’t guilt me.