- I need to start packing for a girly, best ever, bachelorette party weekend! So beyond excited over here, but still don’t want to pack. Take note: If I’m not home by Monday, send the search party to somewhere in the desert.
- Sometimes I think I should’ve had a dog before I had a kid. Maaaaybe I’d be more patient on walks while the kid stops every 2.5 seconds to inspect everything that exists on the planet.
- It was one of those days where I finally squeezed in a shower around 5pm. Stevie was in my bedroom, and I could hear him saying “MOM?” and then the rest of his words drifted off and I couldn’t understand him. I kept shouting “WHAT?! Stevie I can’t hear you! Come over here!” He would respond with “MOM? ……. ” And drift off again. We went back and forth with this for at least 5 minutes. Extremely irritated at this point, I stuck my soapy head out the shower door and snipped “Get over here. I can’t hear you.” With much coaxing, he finally made his way into the bathroom and I said “What is it bud? I couldn’t hear you!” And you will never believe his response – the earth shattering news. “Mom? …. Hi.” Someone just knock me out please.
- I’ll admit, it sounds silly, but I knew Paul was a total keeper when we moved in together and he wiped down the toilet seat after each use. Trust me dudes, little things like this go a long way in a relationship.
- Oh, it’s that time of the year again. Where fall is around the corner and all I want to do is wear oversized sweatshirts and curl up in blankets with hot cocoa, but it’s still August and it’s hot as Hades out there. Make-up melting, sweating everywhere kind of hot. Just wearing clothes because I have to.
You look amazing as ever! Love those shoes.
Cute bag! What is it?
Old Navy!
I want those shoes!
“…wiped down the toilet seat after each use.” So he doesn’t lift the seat??
He usually does, even then he wipes it all down! No splash whatsoever!