What am I doing?

This morning, I woke up, and thought “I wish I was able to just sit down, and have the time of day where I could just say what I want.” But with that same thought, why keep my thoughts to myself? Maybe what I have to say will help others not feel so alone, bored, or give someone to interact with? I have friends, not many, but enough to know who I need to call when times are tough. Sometimes I just want to write, whatever I want when I have the time to do so. I want to put my thoughts, my food, my life, and my trauma out there- not just for me, but for those who may need a nudge to do the same. I don’t know if anyone will ever read this, or if it will ever be seen, but if it is, I hope my daily life is able to scatter that cloud above your head. I hope my food keeps you stomach happy. I hope the daily comments between my husband and I make you giggle, and lastly, I hope that my trauma- my one true self- can help you when times are tough. Please, no matter what, always know I am here for whatever, and I am more than welcome to answering emails, message me, or however this thing works (haha). I’ll respond when I have some down time 🖤

-With all my Love,


Crotch Goblins.

Crotch Goblins: term for children who want to act like complete, and total a-holes when they aren’t given exactly what they want, when they want it. This is how this week has been for our family of 4. My husband decided to take vacation this week so that we could finally get some much needed things done around our home. Our children (crotch goblins) have decided that this week they would be on their absolute worst behavior. Why? Shit, I wish I knew. Our daughter (5) has decided that this week she was going to not like her brother (4). With this being said, she refuses to let him enter her room, touch any of her toys, and heaven forbid he breath on her. Our son, on the other hand, has decided that he wanted back inside my uterus. Now, not only is it obviously IMPOSSIBLE, but the only cure for this that I have is to allow him to have his hands on me ALL day. I’m not talking about just holding my hand, sleeping in our bed, the only one to bathe him, etc. I mean, he is never not touching me. Normally this would be no problem, but I’m a stay at home mom, my kids are on me 24/7 365. HUGE fans of their momma, and unfortunately this is a very busy week. So, while drywalling, painting, and cleaning, he has been constantly hanging onto my shirts to make sure I’m “never going to leave.” UGH. A part of me wants to just scream, and yell, but I know they won’t be this little for much longer, so I might as well set aside the annoyed feeling, and just be happy they still love their mother. So, here I sit on a Friday night drinking my Apple Crisp seltzer, looking over all the mess our house has swallowed up this week, and watching my husband play the new Call of Duty game. Tonight’s blog is brought to you from one very tired, stressed, touched out momma. I hope all is well with everyone else’s families during this hard time all over the world. Until tomorrow- with love: Jay