One Mom’s Itchy Butt #9

"Mom, why do you take so many pills?" ~Lock "Mom, are you gonna go to the hospital again?" ~Shock "Mommy, stop smoking or you are going to get cancer and die." ~Barrel Kids are the most observant creatures on this planet - especially of the people they admire most - Mom & Dad.  Their minds... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #6

The first time these words began clamoring in my ear were on a Friday night.  I had planned a great family night - we were going to order a bunch of pizza and rock out to Leo Moracchioli on YouTube.  It was going to be good quality time, the kids were going to love it,... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #5

Delusions of Grandeur.... I've heard this term so many times associated with mania, and it never made sense to me.  If this is a metric of mania, then I am manic when I'm depressed or completely stable.  I'm a Mom.  My delusions of grandeur start at 6AM, when I think that I will get 3... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #4

There was a time that I wanted to be a "perfect" mom.  I structured my existence around watching everyone else and attempting to one-up them.  Perfectionism and motherhood aren't great bed-buddies, yet most moms I know confess they are absolute perfectionists. Everything about me relied upon someone else's feedback/approval.  I spent my life as a... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #3

I saw Guardians of the Galaxy #2 yesterday, so today, I'm geeking out.  We'll start with Chris Pratt's abs, and I'll just zone out and stay there.... haha I grew up on superheroes.  Batman and the X-Men were my absolute favorites.  I have always loved the idea of superpowers.  I genuinely wanted to shoot lightning... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #2

Yesterday's Post here One of the most difficult aspects of managing Bipolar is relationships.  Looking back on my life, I've always had friendships where it's almost immediate enmeshment, toxic, goes nuclear, and ends.  For most of my life, people would cut me out.  I would find myself begging people to forgive me or constantly seeking... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #1

Mental Health Awareness month has prompted me to start a new blog category.  To be honest, it's been on my mind, because it is my mind.  I've realized, though, over the past few months, that attempting to separate mental illness from being a Mom is like attempting to separate my left cheek from my right.... Continue Reading →

Creative? Parenting

Like every mother, my children drive me insane.  I truly love them, but I genuinely also kind of want to duct tape them to the wall a lot. In addition to making me more broke than I ever thought possible, they also seem to drain me of sanity, intelligence, and occasionally will to get out... Continue Reading →

Why I Write

I promised the handsome one in the middle that I would be the best Mommy in the world. I promised the princess on the left that she could do anything she wanted or dreamed, as long as she believed in herself. I promised the cute little jester on the right that no matter what, I... Continue Reading →

My Butt is Out of Gas

(heh heh heh) In all seriousness, by Friday exhaustion consumes me.  Last night, I had great plans.  I was going to write, journal, meditate with some crystals, and possibly actually watch TV for once.  Naturally, after the kids went to bed around 9:30/10, I got myself comfortable on the couch and conked out.  I woke... Continue Reading →

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