How many times has this girl guest posted here for me? About a million. Or five. Or every time I’ve ever asked for guest bloggers. She’s the long lost twin sister I never had. Please welcome Katie from Sluiter Nation to the MHMRWNSJM! (I *SO* said I was going to use that. You didn’t believe…
PPA
At best, and worst, just average
Welcome to the rally, people! Thank you for showing up! When I sat down to write this post, I thought “What am I going to say? What can I possibly say that all of these other awesome people coming up won’t also say?” And then I decided that I don’t care if we repeat each…
Rally, y’all.
Rally v. 1. To call together for a common purpose; assemble: rally troops at a parade ground. 2. To reassemble and restore to order: rally scattered forces. 3. To rouse or revive from inactivity or decline: paused to refresh themselves and rally their strength. n.pl.ral·lies 1. A gathering, especially one intended to inspire enthusiasm for…
Grieving the loss
I’ve spent many of the past 24 hours or so grieving. And I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing until someone on Twitter pointed it out to me. But yeah, this shoe thing? Is a grieving thing. I lost a year’s worth of memories to the blur of PPD and adjusting to my new…
Mama Meltdown. Party of one.
I had a meltdown this afternoon. It’s true. (That I would have a slightly irrational meltdown should come as a shock to absolutely no one.) You see, I am hormonal. This PCOS bullshish is getting the best of me. As such? I am tired. And tear-y. Often. Like today. Before I tell this story, let…