Me, Mommy

Mom Notes

To the mom rushing in late with wet hair, dragging quickly dressed kids and trailing muffin crumbs, you're my kind of girl. To the mom juggling a kid in each arm, an overstuffed backpack, a toy in her mouth and balancing a cup of coffee, I've been there, let's talk.  To the mom yelling across… Continue reading Mom Notes

Me, Mommy

The Invisible Mom

Sometimes I walk into a room full of people, yet feel completely alone. It's like I'm completely invisible. Do you ever feel this way? I think we've all been there. Right? I also think nobody actually wants to admit or talk about it. Since my share filter is broken, I'm going there. I don't feel… Continue reading The Invisible Mom