It's like a daily issue where something, and I mean SOMETHING goes weird. Us moms just seem to have those moments where we can't find our keys just magically find them in the refrigerator or we can't remember if we turned off our curling iron before we left home. And those moments cause so much anxiety. It's hard enough being a mom, but when you put anxiety on top of that? Brutal. Here's a few more things that get my anxiety flared up, maybe you can relate! 8 Things Only Moms With Anxiety Truly Understand 1. The Faulty Alarm. Okay, so maybe it was human error but at any rate there is Keep Reading >>>
5 Ways Clutter Will Take Over Your Life!
I am laying in my nice, cozy bed. My blankets are pulled up and over my ears like I prefer, and the house is quiet with sleep. Unfortunately, I drank about a gallon of iced tea before bed, so my bladder is calling in the most urgent way. I sit up, sleep still rolling off my body, ease the blankets off my cozy, warm legs, and prepare to make the dreaded midnight-walk to the bathroom. I turn my legs to dangle off the bed before I get up, unsteady from slumber. It's then I see it: there is so much clutter between me and the door, it's going to be hard to walk through it without tripping. The Keep Reading >>>
If You Have Coulrophobia, This House Is NOT For You!
It's - it's hard for me to even write this because my Coulrophobia is so bad, but I feel as if I have to share with y'all because I don't want anyone else to experience what I experienced. For the uninitiated, coulrophobia is a fear of clowns. I can not handle them. I won't be seeing the new IT, I don't go to the circus (is there even a circus to go to anymore?). If one of those creepy clown people came out of the woods toward me I'd likely throat-punch it right before I died. It's BAD. Where you see sweet Mr. Binkles handing out balloons at the park, I see John Wayne Gacy chopping up children Keep Reading >>>
What Happens When Your Roomba Causes A Poopocalypse…
Vacuum cleaners are funny things. I remember the days when you had to sweep the carpet before you vacuumed because anything bigger than a quarter (even the larger dust bunnies) would cause the machine to have a heart attack and die. If there was an Erector set in the house, you'd have to run a magnet over the floor to find all the dropped screws, cause one of those could shred the inner workings of the machine. Long hair could mean the death knoll for a vacuum cleaner. I have actually walked through the small appliances department and had vacuums cringe back from me as my waist length hair Keep Reading >>>
How Growing up in a Hoarder House Gave Me Super Powers…And a Whole Lotta Kryptonite
I didn’t know I grew up in a hoarder house. But thanks to reality TV, we now have a name for it. I know what you’re picturing: Piles of rotting garbage stacked to the ceiling next stacks of desiccated rat carcasses. In my case, this couldn’t be further from the truth. We had a clean kitchen, home cooked meals, new clothes, and all the books we could read. We just had too much stuff. My dad was what I liked to call, a “Usefulness” hoarder. We threw out garbage, no problem. But if he thought he could use something, he'd keep it. He also couldn’t figure out what to do with it since WE HAD TOO Keep Reading >>>
