• To the Masters of Holiday Ceremony, the Orchestrators of Joy…

    You know what is a horrible combination? Christmas preparations and PMS. Just ask my husband. Last night, I completely lost my sh*t when he simply asked me which pan he should use to melt chocolate. Totally out of the blue. It was like I was possessed. In my defense (and it’s really no defense at all), I had just stubbed my toe putting away the millionth item of Ivy’s that had migrated from her playroom. The real truth of it? I just didn’t want one more person to need one more thing from me. I am tapped out. And the sad thing is that he, my husband, was just simply…

  • Holiday Frame of Mind: Why this heathen is putting up a nativity set.

    Christmas is coming, y’all. No, I’m not shunning Thanksgiving. In fact, I’m in the throws of preparing to host it. However, for the last few years, I’ve decorated for Christmas right before Thanksgiving. We enjoy being surrounded by twinkling Christmas trees and garland galore while we eat our turkey. And we’re not one dang bit sorry! I have so many bins of holiday decor at this point that I honestly think they are breeding in the basement and multiplying. For the last couple of years, I’ve stuck to the same “theme” though, if you will. I’m drawn to vintage and nostalgic items. Not just for the way they look –…

  • Irish Courage: Traveling with Anxiety

    Well, it’s nearly November, my friends. We are (hopefully, knock on wood) wrapping up a double-whammy of the flu and strep-throat with our five year old right now and it’s been seven days of non-stop fun (<– sarcasm font).  Ivy has pretty significant asthma, so whenever she gets any kind of respiratory illness/cold/flu/virus, we are on high alert.  Combine that with my every-day anxiety and this mama needs a drink. Or eleven. And all of the above is now happening about four days before Brian and I leave the country. Because the universe loves to paw at my anxiety like a kitten with a ball of yarn. A few months…

  • Old(er) pony, new tricks.

    *** We are in the thick of summer and though we have been having lots of fun, it also feels like we’ve been weaving around unavoidable chaos.  Summer has completely thrown off my momentum of self-care and I have no excuse other than my inability to focus when I don’t have a solid schedule.  Ivy’s summer break combined with a work trip then a small pleasure trip completely threw me off my path.  I haven’t worked out consistently and my eating habits have been on and off for weeks. I have gained back a few pounds and I’m starting to think I need to throw my scale out altogether –…