eatthefrostingfirst

You know how sometimes you look on social media and you think- why aren’t I as pretty, skinny, happy, or fit as her? Or you think- why don’t my kids get along like theirs do? Or why aren’t they happy when they’re on vacation like x, y and z’s are? We’ve all been there. Because that’s what social media is. A snapshot of the glory days. Or the moments of peace. But today, as I sat on a beach, I realized (or was reminded actually) that it’s all a farce. Well, it’s probably true that you have a friend (or 50) that may be prettier thinner or more fit. But I guarantee their children are not as perfect as appearing. As I sunned alone (along with the 5000 others) a mom and her two young-ish kids planted down next to me. I didn’t even look up because I didn’t need to. The picture was painted for me. Charlie, help me with this umbrella. No not in a minute, now. Ashley I wasn’t even talking to you- relax. Shoot this umbrella isn’t working. Charlie help me do this. No not that way this way. Ash

Some days I am miserable because I need to lose weight. And other days I eat ice cream. Life is all about balance

People have been kinda cranky. You would think summer would bring some joy but pandemic numbers are rising again (!!), restaurants are so short staffed (along with everywhere it seems) so people just seem kinda… Well.. Bitchy. So, we have a Jeep Wrangler. It’s a pretty fun car; I admit. It’s kind of our mid life crisis car but that’s not the point. The point is there’s a thing we learned about after we bought the Jeep. Other Jeeps waved at us. Like, all the time. We are like “oh that’s so nice. It’s like a fraternity”. But apparently, it’s a real thing. Its called the Jeep wave. So when you drive and see another Jeep you give the “peace sign”. I have to say; it cracks me up. It also makes me smile. Every. Single. Time. Then we found a rubber duck on our handle one day. Yup. You didn’t read wrong. A yellow mini rubber duck. I Google this. And I find, also a thing between Jeep owners. You leave each other yellow ducks. So here’s the bottom line. Go buy a Jeep. It will totally make your l

I walked the beach yesterday. On my way in, I sarcastically asked the parking attendant if he thought the sun was ever going to come out. “I’m not familiar with that term. Sun? What is that “ ? (I love a man who speaks fluent sarcasm) The weather where I am this July, has been, to put it mildly; sucky. Parents were bundled up in blankets and sweatpants. Kids, however, didn’t give a flying duck. (Autocorrect but I’ll keep it) (since we are talking about kids) Running around, laughing, digging in sand, making sandcastles, running from the water back to the sand, giggling. I mean; even with the clouds you couldn’t help but smile. Because kids are cute. And funny. They don’t care about the weather because they’re not on vacation to bask in the sun and get a glowing tan. They’re not there to soak their toes in the sand and read a book - and they’re probably happier because their parents aren’t lathering them with sunscreen every 30 minutes. They’re just enjoying. Living in the moment. Ca

I've always contemplated writing a book. Lately I decided to go for it; yet, I’ve been grappling with words. Last night they came to me, pouring in like a tsunami. I have to say, I think I nailed it. I wanted to share it here with you guys first. Here we go... Being a mother is FUCKING hard. The End.

I’ve talked before about a well known parenting page that I often follow. I’m all for supporting each other. Getting advice. And I totally get that it’s often easier to speak to strangers about personal matters, than people who know you. However; when you start your post that says “I can’t post this on my personal page....” you may want to stop Listen to that red flag that is shouting out WARNING and ponder. Think about what we tell our kids. “Once you put it out there- it’s out there. You can’t take it back”. Or “if you don’t want your Mother to see it you probably shouldn’t be posting it” Now replace “mother” with child, spouse, sibling or neighborhood gossip queen. Someone on said parenting page is bound to know you. You may think they are your closest 192k confidantes, and maybe some are, but you know.. word is bound to get out. Please respect your kids privacy. Just as you wouldn’t want things posted about you without your knowledge, you may want to think twice about your kid’s