The end of something not so great and the beginning of something unknown.

Last year (feels odd to say that when referring to 2016) I started writing a blog about my year.

I am a bad mom

I saw Bad moms in theaters and watched it again last week because it’s just that good.

Gratitude

Thanksgiving is coming up fast. Am I the only one that thinks this year has flown by?

“There’s no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.”

I recently had another one of those mommy moments when all I can think is, “I can’t believe this is my child.” Not in a bad way either. I’m not sure what I did to deserve such a wonderful child but I must have done something right. Just about every parent feels that way about their kids. Sometimes I think he’s helped me grow way more than I’ve helped him. Is that even possible?