It’s so annoying. Knowing what style of underwear you prefer but not knowing which brand works for you. If only brands could make their sizes and patterns all line up. It’s the ultimate guessing game and I want answers.
Two years ago I wanted to do something sweet for my kids’ teachers. It was Christmas time and I thought instead of getting them a gift card or cheesy ornament stating “world’s best teacher”, I’d make them some incredibly fancy sugar cookies. I used my favorite online recipe and poured hours into decorating them until they were just right.
My favorite necklace is one that I borrowed from my sister. And when I say borrowed, I mean I took it from her jewelry collection when she was distracted. Then I took it home with me, and I have no intention of giving it back. So I guess really I stole the necklace, but in my defense, I think it was meant to be mine in the first place.
Enough already. Never have I wanted 24 hours to end so badly. My day was hilariously horrible right down to the coffee. 😫🍮
Do you ever feel like eating right only works Monday-Friday? Once the weekend hits it seems like there’s always an opportunity to take a swim in the indulgence pool. Whether it’s the urge to order something extra sweet when you meet your friend for coffee or you have plans to be out of town and don’t have time to cook 6 whole meals and bring an ice chest of your “approved foods”, I’ve got you covered.
I had a week.
I don’t mean like,
” How was your week?”
“Oh it was fine, just busy.”
No no no.
“No I won’t say sorry!” “You pick it up!” “I don’t even care!” “Not listening!” (with hands over ears, of course) Have any of these choice phrases ever fallen from your little one’s mouth? Temper-Tantrums can be brutal. I’ve had one too many conversations with moms at the park to think I’m the only one who has kids that occasionally thrown down a temper-tantrum like it’s a glove for a duel.
Fear sucks. It tells you you’re not good enough; that you are limited. Fear comes in and ruins your party. It steps on your dreams and laughs when you want to have goals in life.
Whenever I am low on carbs, I turn into this crazy, grumpy whiny she-woman who has zero rationale as to what she eats, so long as it has carbs in it. A dozen donuts? Done. An entire loaf of garlic bread? Why not. Those stupid good garlic cheese biscuits? Say no more.
I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone this. Not my mom, my husband or my closest friends.
The truth is….