Basic, Never Boring
Erin is mom 1st, farm wife and full-time student on the side. A little cat crazy, a little corgi loving. Enjoys bubble baths and tacos in the brief moments of sanity.
“The days are long, but the years are short.” Some nights, I lie in bed and cry about the length of the day and my failure to seize it. Other nights I cry at how quickly the years have passed. It is bittersweet and often riddled with guilt. I swear to myself that I will…
Mom uniforms? We’ve all got one. You know, that go to outfit you throw on numerous times a week. Save for a small change here or there, it basically always stays the same. It is your second skin. Your feel at home, comfortable, and truly yourself. Memorial Day Weekend marks the ceremonial start of summer…
“My child is the best!” “My child is a monster!” Please jump on the bandwagon of support or shaming in the internet age. We live in a time that propagates support from strangers and unfriending our real-life friends. Screens are EVERYWHERE and so are opinions and pretty much anything you could ever want. How the…
Sensory processing seems so simple; you hear, see, taste, feel and smell. These things aren’t, generally, overwhelming. Interacting with your environment doesn’t feel hostile or blank, it just is how it is. You don’t put yourself in danger seeing more input or have anxiety attacks over noise and food. Before my daughter struggled with sensory…
When I first had kids, I had these expectations for how my parenting experience would look. I would have this wonderful robot of a husband. He would do exactly what I needed him to do, without communicating my needs. He would never have a bad day. He would be ever present and perfect.
When you get married, you don’t stand in front of all of your family and friends expecting your relationship to end. Unfortunately for half of us, that’s exactly where our lives take us. As if a break-up wasn’t hard enough; it’s not always just the dissolution of a marriage, but also, sharing kids. I don’t…
I vaguely remember a time when silence meant peaceful relaxation, a comfort of sorts, a time when the world either needed nothing from me or my responsibilities were able to be ignored. There was something so magical about being able to collect my thoughts and listen to my soul. How did something so precious become…