She taught me motherhood is precious and not promised. It is strength. It is imperfect. And it’s worth every second.
We’re going to keep posting about the things we want to post about, Sally. Deal with it.
I dare you to tell me there’s something more comforting after a bad day than climbing into your coziest pajamas or sweats, sliding your feet into some fuzzy slippers or socks, and curling up at home with your favourite drink.
The pressure I feel to perform better across all aspects of my life is breathtakingly overwhelming.
A “get out” bag (or “go-bag”) is exactly what it sounds like – it’s a bag you grab as you’re getting the heck out of your home during an emergency situation.
It’s the final year of decade of parenthood, and I can’t believe we’re there now.
Maybe one day I’ll master the firm and long-lasting “no”, but until then…