A lot has happened since I last ate protein bars over the fire, frustrated about my son’s development. But as it turns out, my son really just needed more attention from me. So now, everyday after I come home from making clothes with the other human women on this planet, I am sure to spend […]Read More MY BIG GREEN ALIEN science fiction roMance-Part 2
Everything has its shitty aspects. Right? That’s what I keep telling myself. Even having a hybrid child with an alien, though perfect at first, is now proving to have its difficulties. At least I have these protein balls to keep me distracted. The protein balls taste like s’mores, but richer and less sticky. I’ve really […]Read More MY BIG GREEN ALIEN-short science fiction romance
Nine times out of ten, I scramble eggs for my son in the morning. He has seen the process plenty of times. Mommy washes her hands. She turns on the stovetop. She cracks the eggs in a bowl. She Stirs them. Pours them into the skillet. Scrambles them. Brings them out and sits them on […]Read More The watched Pot Boils Slow As Hell…So Trust the Process
Not so ironically, I’m drinking wine right now. 🍷 I’m in our dining room which is inhabited by my husband’s bulky ass full-fledged drum set, taking up half the space. In front of me is a rug I love, rolled up because my three year old peed on it. So…anyway…now that you’re with me. In […]Read More Reasons I love the Wine Mom Trope (feat. Good Girls) 🍷
**Well, that was a fail. ** 🤷🏾♀️ Its a rainy day in Atlanta and I just got back from storytime with my three year old son, and the sentence above pretty much sums up my initial feelings about it. When we first got into the room, things were cool. We were early, so story time […]Read More Influence is greater than Force
Y’all. Yesterday was such a struggle with my three-year-old. My husband and I have been talking about having another one soon, and today I was starting to wonder if I even wanted any more kids at all. Yes. It got bad. So what had happened was…he peed on the floor. *face palm* and…wait for it… […]Read More Say Deuces to Your Detrimental Feelings
The other week I was tired of feeling serious. **yuck, adulting** So I turned on Shrek two. I don’t know what in the world wanted me to watch that film so badly but it truly warmed my home. As soon as I turned it on, my husband came out of his man cave, my toddler […]Read More The Power of Comfort: Sometimes you just need a chill pill!
So…I’m my son’s hairstylist. While loading the dishwasher this morning, I was thinking about how much I’m dreading washing my son’s hair. Why? Because he HATES getting his hair touched at all. What’s more…this is how much hair he has: So then, as I continued filling up the dishwasher, I realized hey, MAYBE if we […]Read More Life is sour…then it’s sweet!
I walk into his room, and like clockwork, his diaper and his pants are at his ankles. He stands there, smiling at me with his pants-less self. ”Come on, baby!” I yell. I sound mad, but I’m not really mad. And the toddler is smiling, so he knows where I’m coming from. I’m done feeling […]Read More The Power of Discomfort 🤦🏾♀️
I remember throwing a party, or trying to, when I was 21 and only a couple of people showed. *face palm* You know what that taught me? Ain’t nobody gonna stop my shine. Yesterday was my birthday. It was a pretty typical day for me, and it wasn’t until the very end of it that […]Read More A Wonderfully Boring Birthday 🙃