Motherhood isn’t filtered and neither is this blog. Crumbs on the floor, chaos in the air, and stories that stick to you.

I used to think older women were dramatic. Respectfully… I owe several women an apology basket and possibly an edible arrangement.
Because at 21, after two kids, I was 106 pounds fueled almost entirely by caffeine, gas station burritos, emotional instability, and audacity.