Fast forward and here we are today, 2 kids in and the only time that I have alone is in the shower, and even that is questionable at times. There is nothing more relaxing than trying to soothe a crying baby and make sure your toddler doesn’t jump off the bed while trying to rinse soap off of your body. The past few months, I have found myself not even trying to find time for myself, I am talking not even attempting to close the glass shower door at this point.
Read MoreI have a to-do list that never gets completely done for one reason or another, so I can never pat myself on the back and say “great job. You rocked the day”. But why do I have to finish everything just to feel good about the things that I did accomplish? Why do I not allow myself to celebrate each of the small things that I can do everyday? I am not superwoman, no matter how many blanket capes I wear for my son. Why is one item crossed off the list not enough?
Read MoreWe all know how this story ends, with me jumping out of bed like a ninja at 0545 because my plan is to be out of the house by 0620 so that I can get to work by 0630 and catch up on everything that came in over the weekend. Classic right? Oh, but it gets better. You know how your parents always told you to prepare your clothes the night before so that you were ready to go the next morning? Well, because I have a slight addiction to shopping (everyone does, right?).
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