Where’s Your Sacred Space?
Raise your hand if you’ve had a moment today that made you want to sprint from your house/job/spot in the Target line, screaming, “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!”
Raise your hand if you’ve had a moment today that made you want to sprint from your house/job/spot in the Target line, screaming, “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!”
The simmering anxiety I felt in the days leading up to Irma, as we prepared as best we could, was an unfamiliar thing to me. I’m not typically an nervous person, nor do I dwell too much on worst case scenarios. So the whole drawn-out, exhausting process of hurricane prep kinda got to me.
It’s a strange thing, living in Florida. We get these hurricanes, right? These massive, life-destroying forces that like to swing through juuuuust when we are getting ready to say goodbye to summer and gratefully welcome the cooler temperatures and calmer weather patterns of fall.
It’s no secret that being productive at home, while you also have three kids age four and under at home is, well, hard. Did you ever try to run really fast in dry sand, but your feet keep sinking down so therefore you can’t actually move forward very fast at all?
Since the dawn of cameras, photographers, it would seem, have found more joy (and business) turning the lens more frequently on the faces and bodies of the fairer sex. (Hello, ladies!)
As you probably saw if you follow me on Instagram, our family just came back from our annual Pittsburgh Pilgrimage.
Find your rubber gloves and get ready to rock, my friends. Mama’s on a serious binge-fest around these parts, and I’m taking you all along for the ride.
You know the one thing that’s harder to do than sleep when you have kids?
Babies are like bad rental tenants. They move into a pristine place, then proceed to tear down the wallpaper, scratch the hardwood, dent the baseboards and then on the way out be all, “What? What did I do so wrong?!”
This weekend we did what any sane parents who need a little relaxation but who also know that packing up three kids and two adults for longer than a couple days is straight bonkers would do–a staycation.