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His Voicemail

His Voicemail

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’‰π’‚π’π’ˆ 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†π’” 𝒂 π’…π’‚π’š. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 π’‚π’π’šπ’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒐 π’”π’‚π’š. 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 π’˜π’‚π’π’• 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 π’‰π’Šπ’” π’—π’π’Šπ’„π’†.   π‘΄π’š π’”π’Šπ’”π’•π’†π’“ 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒅𝒂𝒅’𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’π’Šπ’π’†. 𝑰𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 π’˜π’†π’†π’Œ, π’Šπ’•β€™π’π’ 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇. 𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’ˆπ’Šπ’—π’†π’” π’Žπ’† 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 7 π’…π’‚π’šπ’” 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 π’‰π’Šπ’” π’—π’π’Šπ’„π’†.   𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒅...

Turn It Down

Turn It Down

I get stuck in my head and have a hard time getting out.   People tell me to stop overthinking, to get out of my head. But it’s a hard place to get out of once you’re there.   The self doubt. The voice saying β€˜you can’t do this’ is hard to ignore.   I...

Don’t Measure My Steps

Don’t Measure My Steps

These are my steps, stepping out of my comfort zone. These are my steps, leading me in this direction. These are my steps. To you, my steps may be unnecessary. To you, my steps my be immeasurable. But I don’t need you to measure my steps. You may question the...

I See Me

I See Me

I look at her and I see me. Not necessarily her nose or her chin or her lips or her Β smile. It’s her eyes. In her eyes I see me. I see her excitement and her happiness and her frustration and her sadness. And I feel my excitement and my happiness and my frustration...

And I’m Stumped…

And I’m Stumped…

The other day my friend asked me a question that stumped me. We were having a rather deep conversation and I mentioned how it’s becoming more difficult to write authentically about my kids because I don’t want to embarrass them or share private information about them....

This Is More Important

This Is More Important

I think about the dishes soaking in the sink. I squeeze my arms a little tighter around Sam as we stand outside watching Finley, our dog, chase moths around the yard. This is more important.   I look at the pile of clean laundry sitting on the chair, waiting to...

Stanley and Mom Date

Stanley and Mom Date

Stanley and I had our β€œStanley and Mom” date last weekend. Β (Mark, my husband, and I have decided we need to spend some more one on one time with each of our three kids.) Stanley and I decided that we would go to a farm and go horseback riding!!! β€œHorseback riding”...

Sam and Mom’s Date

Sam and Mom’s Date

Well, I screwed that one up. Sam and I went on our Sam and Mom date yesterday. (Mark, my husband, and I have decided we need to spend some more one on one time with each of our three kids.) Sam wanted to go to a D-Box movie, something neither of us have ever done...

Lucy and Mom’s Date

Lucy and Mom’s Date

Lucy and I had our β€œLucy and Mom Only Date” yesterday. (Mark, my husband, and I have decided we need to spend some more one on one time with each of our three kids.) Lucy chose the outing which included getting dressed up, going out for dinner (Mexican!) and dessert...

The Guilt

The Guilt

The guilt is relentless. Enjoy them. They grow up so fast. You’ll be back at work soon. You’ll never have this time again. Don’t take it for granted. This is an unprecedented time. Use your moments well. Embrace the hours. Don’t waste the moments. Especially the...