Facebook is a weird place… Facebook marketplace is an even weirder place. My favorite nap time hobby, besides staring a wall in silence, is texting weird things I find on marketplace to Danielle. However some of these absolute gems need to be shared… So today’s installment of WTF is all about gifting. After all, it is December. Why go to a nice clean store when you can buy creepy old junk from strangers in a McDonald’s parking lot?!? “Trust me, its looks EXACTLY like the drawing on this small ripped piece of paper”
Well I now can say I have two years under my belt as a twin mom. Honestly, the first year was the hardest year of my life. Real talk. Strangers approached me all the time and the comment I heard over and over again was something to the effect of “Enjoy this time, they grown up fast”. PSA: Do NOT say this to parents of twins. We know they grow fast, and we are HOPING TO GOD they will grow faster out of whatever stage is currently causing us extreme life turbulence. Most nights I was lucky if I got […]
I am always sleep-deprived. I don’t know why, because my daughter is an excellent sleeper. I could do that whole “sleep when the baby sleeps” thing, but instead I like to spend that time shopping online at Zara. (AKA putting things in my cart and then removing them because I’m not cool enough to wear them or I’m too poor to buy them.) Anyways, lack of sleep is my excuse for this years holiday card.
I’m pretty sure Irish cream might be the drink of choice for sad cat ladies on karaoke night, but it’s alcoholic cream! Who doesn’t like alcohol and cream? Perfect splashed into your mug of coffee to get your day started (kidding), or over ice for a night cap while you binge watch the Gilmore Girls revival (WTF was with the ending?!) It would also be a great Christmas gift for that alcoholic uncle that you don’t know how to shop for. Plus, I like recipes that call for stirring a few ingredients together.
So Christmas time is upon us yet again. Inevitably you will be bombarded with images of perfect decor on Pinterest and Instagram, where ladies of leisure taunt us with their sponsored $900 trees and handmade garlands. Places like Pottery Barn start sending out those catalogs, reminding you that your children might just need their own trees in their rooms (NOT HAPPENING). Well I’m not Martha, or a celebmommy Instagrammer… But… I’m gonna share my tree tips, because I like you!
Over seven months postpartum, and I’m still majorly struggling with trying to drop the baby weight. You know how the doctor tells you to gain 25-35 pounds for a “healthy pregnancy”? I definitely gained 50. Oops. All those midnight Haagen Dazs bars felt good at the time! But now winter has finally hit Arizona, and I still can’t fit into my jeans. Thank God, I’m in charge of HR, because I’m not sure how much longer I’d be able to get away with wearing yoga pants to work.
As a kid my absolute favorite thing about Christmas was the stocking. As a result I have put an insane amount of pressure on myself to deliver the stocking to end all stockings…for some two year olds. My mom dropped around $200 dollars to fill my stocking as child (seriously mom?!?)