I feel broken. Mentally, emotionally, physically. It's exhausting keeping up with the day-to-day but I have to and so I do. But I want to curl up in the dark with my puppies and sleep. Everything seems off, nothing is right. I try, I fail. Every effort unnoticed or unappreciated. All I want to do… Continue reading Broken


Don’t guilt me.

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.