Not Pleased

I am SO SICK OF BOOBS. Apparently Ruby is too. So we’re making some changes.

Can I be totally honest with you guys right now? Breastfeeding this child has been a super hell. Like the whole thing. Supahhell. And my trade for the fiery hotness has been the happiest sweetest little girl on earth. Breastfeeding G was cake, but he was here as a personal representative from the Superhell. You […]

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We’re knee deep in crying. RUBY’S CHOICE. Jesus just take me now.

F balls you guys. F balls. I have unwillingly found myself in cryitoutsville. Alone. Well, G is here. But he’s pitiful at emotional support. I know you’re asking, how on earth are you unwillingly doing cry it out with a baby? Babies are not smart. They can’t run shit. Meet Ruby. Running shit. So here’s […]

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My kid won’t sleep part a million. Also google is f-ing with me.

You know how when your kid is acting a fool and you’re like at a real low point. Like the kid is eating toilet paper daily (you know who you are). Or the kid is hitting your face because you won’t let him run across the highway with a butcher knife. Or maybe you’re like […]

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2012 Apocalypse, Celebrity Ghost Stories, and the week alone with the kids. REAL FEARS.

Guys, I survived. Well, I survived week 1 of single parenting. I have another week coming up followed by another 2 weeks alone. Dudes, I don’t care if you’re like the toughest baddest ass on the block. You WILL FEAR the week alone. Oh yes, you’ll fear it. Because now? I fear nothing more in […]

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“Adult Time” As defined by a mom of 2 under 2. Also go choke on your booz and happiness.

Hello. If you’re reading this post it means something, even if it’s a very small something is going right in this house. Something being, both kids are napping at the same time. Because that time my friends and ONLY that time is when we can talk. Oh, and only after I cook 40 meals from […]

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