Sisterhood of the “Single” Moms
In all the excitement of my in-laws’ visit, I didn’t have time to share with you what happened the day before they arrived. Two Thursdays ago, around 6:30 p.m., I sat down at a favorite, local restaurant all by my lonesome. All by my glorious lonesome. Brian and I try to set aside time each week […]










(This post and giveaway are sponsored by NatureBox. All stories and opinions are my own.) As a mother of two toddlers, I have learned to accept the fact that we will rarely venture out of our home without some sort of meltdown. Either we'll skip Averi's afternoon nap, and she'll repay us with a Toddlers in Tiaras-worthy hissy fit, or JJ will wake up too early that morning and decide to do that whole-body limp thing every time we try to get him to walk. And since he's a 3-year-old man-baby and weighs almost as much as I do, this is probably a fun scene for complete strangers to witness.
[Why can't that woman control her teenage boy? And WHY is he wearing a diaper?]
Okay, he's not that big.