In my scouring of the vast internet this week, I found a post by a woman in response to a question a friend asked.  The question had something to do with stay at home moms vs work away from home moms.

Her response was something like this - I did not take it word for word - but this is the jist:

"I dislike when women put stay at home mom as their occupation. No. That's not a job. That's a luxury. Is it hard? Yeah, sometimes it's really…

I am not going to name any names, link to any posts or refer to any particular incident here.  Because you, as my real mom readers, could probably care what goes on behind the scenes of the blogging world.  But when I see that opinions and uneducated posts go up about people in this world, the companies they work with and the fans they have, I have to stop and think about the purpose of social media in general.…

Nine months ago I finally got up the backbone to not only ask my ex husband to leave - once again - but the power to actually follow through and make him go.  Not an easy feat but it was the best decision I have made since deciding to have children.

Since then, life has just gotten better.

My confidence has risen to almost…

It is getting old. The hatred, disregard for human life and the march towards complete civil upheaval that seems to decorate our news screen every single minute of every day.

I was blissfully unaware of terror attacks and the inner working of the people that give their lives to protect us from terror cells and the true evil in the world until 9/11. And it took YEARS for me to be able to look up in the sky, see a plane, and not expect it to blow up right overhead.

But in the…

I had grand plans when that second line showed up on that stick.  I had big restrictions on what could and could not be done around my children.  And I, myself, put big expectations on my own shoulders as a mother.

Almost 4 years into raising 3 little girls, I am all done pretending.  My 'I will NEVER's' have turned into "maybe's" and my boundaries have relaxed in a lot of areas.  Here are five that I had to let go of in order to keep my sanity!…

April 11, 2013 marks the official end of my legal marriage.  Over years ago and thrilled that I can honestly say I am FINALLY divorced - seriously, I am throwing a party (is that bad?) - I am facing a new challenge.  One that I am unfamiliar with and don't quite know how to handle.

Dating.  As a single mom.  With 3 kids.  That live with me.

Hmmm....

Now, to be honest, I have ZERO desire for a complicated, meet my kids, come to birthday parties type of…

My dog, Bud, is 10.  He is fierce and protective and all about making sure the girls and I are OK.  He rotates who he sleeps with to make us feel safe and he even sleeps outside some nights when he is especially concerned.

Last night, after my girls drifted off into peaceful slumber and I closed my computer for the night, Bud and I curled up in bed and attempted to go to sleep.  I kept hearing noises in the house and got up to check a few times but all was well.  It was kind of windy…

My dog, Bud, is 10.  He is fierce and protective and all about making sure the girls and I are OK.  He rotates who he sleeps with to make us feel safe and he even sleeps outside some nights when he is especially concerned.

Last night, after my girls drifted off into peaceful slumber and I closed my computer for the night, Bud and I curled up in bed and attempted to go to sleep.  I kept hearing noises in the house and got up to check a few times but all was well.  It was kind of windy…

The other day I was talking to a couple I know in the neighborhood.  Both parents work and they have three kids.  Interestingly enough, the conversation led into who had the harder parenting job... the mom or the dad.

Now, from my perspective, moms have it harder - I might be biased.

OK, OK - so really I think is is equal.  But they debated back and forth telling each other that the other had the hardest job.  Yes, they were not trying to take credit but push it off on…

My kids tell me I'm the best mom in the world.  And every time I hear it, I am overwhelmed with joy that they feel that way.

And then I feel bad.  Because I know that sometimes I am not.

Sometimes I am too busy to stop everything and read countless books, them curled in my lap, sweet heads resting on my chest, pages flipping as I snuggle and try to get all three within my arm span.

Sometimes I don't feel like it when I have picked up a room for the fiftieth time…

Back in October 2012, I met the most amazing woman on a Cruise on the Disney Magic.  Placed at the same table as we were both moms with children there on our own, we struck up a bond and a friendship that I cherish to this day.  Diana with Hormonal-Imbalances.com is a woman that deserves…

We go through 4 to 6 gallons of milk a week in this house.  No, I am not lying.  We just do.  I've accepted it and am appropriately docking college funds to compensate.  So to say we have to hit the store more than once a week is almost redundant.  But we do.

I try to plan ahead, buying 4 gallons at a time.  But sometimes - usually right at bedtime when all three are screaming for some milk and I am at my wit's end - I open the fridge where I attempt to stock up and it is bare.  Bare…

I realize that I am opening a whole can of worms with this post.  I don't care.  But after Bob Costas made his opinion known on Sunday Night Football, I have had thoughts swirling through my head that I have to put down on paper.

I am for gun control and I am not for gun control.

How is that for clear?

Years ago, when I was single and traveling and…

Three months ago my husband moved out.  Two months ago, I filed papers for a divorce.  One month ago, I spent any spare time in bed trying to wrap my head around the failure of my marriage.  And last week, I dragged myself up, put a smile on a my face and started to refocus.  And now that smile has become real.

I'll be honest, as I try to always be with you guys, I was not going to share this life changing experience on here.  The title 'Divorce' comes with preconceived notions, ideas…

Yesterday I went to a birthday party for a little girl.  Her mom is 8 1/2 months pregnant and happily snapping photos while the dad videoed everything and made sure the mom did not have to do much of anything.

I watched my kids play and eavesdropped on several conversations...  it's what I do.  There was the typical, "When I had my baby." story circle, the, "Oh he is so out of control!" complaints and the "What we did/ are doing for Spring Break." conversations.  It was all very…

I have to say that I have not been writing much because a) there has not been a lot to say and b) I am so overwhlemed with school schedules and other activities that there just has not been time to sit and think.

But, the last two nights some really odd dreams are entering my conscious and I have to know if this is normal or a warning from God that something is about to happen.

Night before last, I went to bed early. It was a rough day with kids and activities…

This morning I took a class at my Church that was required of me before I could volunteer at Vacation Bible School this year.  I was interested to see what they had to say at Virtus {the name of the class} versus what I already knew about the subject.

The subject being child molesters and our children.

A scary, unfair, awful topic that gets talked about a lot from afar.   I do not think I have ever had a conversation about this topic with any of my friends face…

Last night was the biggest mommy screw up of my mommyhood experience. And I have a LOT so you know it is huge!

You already know how exhausting our bedtime routine is. And if not, please feel free to catch up, shake your head, and send coffee here.

So yesterday, after being up with Katie past 11pm, being up with her from 2- 3:30am, and then having her wake up at…

Bedtime in this house is challenging, to say the least.  A constant dance of whose going to break first...  the parent or the child...  multiplied by 3.  We know we have done it wrong and we know we are paying the consequences of our inconsistencies and spoiling.

So we expect it.  Every night.

Tonight Katie is sick - strep throat - so with a 102 fever, amoxicillin in her system and tucked into her daddy's strong arms, she drifted off peacefully, like we wish she would every…