I am the first person to say that I am not perfect. My blog clearly states that I am happily imperfect! One reason I do not try to be perfect is because it would drive me to the loony bin, as there really is no way to be perfect when you have four kids, a… Continue reading My Imperfect Journey to Safer Products
When I found out I was expecting each of my children, moments of pure happiness starting flooding all of my thoughts. I imagined going to the park with them, dressing them up for Halloween, their faces on Christmas morning…I thought about kissing them goodnight and snuggling in with them on Saturday mornings while I drink… Continue reading The Truth About Motherhood
The last week and a half of August symbolizes many things to many people. It symbolizes the end of care free summers, the start of school, and if you live in Minnesota and the surrounding areas, it means cheese curds, deep fried snickers bars, turkey legs, and anything you can think of eaten off a… Continue reading The Great Minnesota Get Together…and Puke
Some of you probably lump me in with a large group of people that you see on your Facebook pages and other social media sites who sell things. You all see these people who are part of multi-level-marketing companies or “pyramid schemes” for the most uninformed out there. I never in a million years… Continue reading Yes, I Sell Things…But Passion Comes First.
Making memories with your kids is more important than vanity. I have an imperfect body, and with that I have an imperfect view of what a perfect body means. But guess what?!? My kids do not give a shit about what my body looks like. All they care about it playing with Mom at the… Continue reading Put On That Bathing Suit and Make Memories
Every mom has this vision in her head of getting that perfect family photo to use in Christmas cards, show off to friends, get printed on a too expensive canvas to hang in their fancy dining room, and/or to end up doing nothing with because, well…life. I, too, had this vision in my head and… Continue reading The Hell of Family Pictures
Ugh, can we talk about this thing called “mom guilt”? Are all moms born with it, and then it lies dormant in the inner parts of our souls until having a baby magically releases it to the surface? And not only does it just rise to the surface, it shoots out all over messing with… Continue reading F*ck You, Mom Guilt!