My new platform for inspiration 

It has been AGES. Read that again, AGES since I have blogged. My excuses are therefore lined up in a pretty little block so you can read them and feel bad, or skip them and show me no mercy. I promised myself that I would write often, and make it a ritual. And I have… Continue reading My new platform for inspiration 

Doing the dishes.

I don’t ever want to be anything but honest. So here is an honest story about my struggle with the dishes. The overflowing sink full of soap suds disguize the patterns that paint the beautiful color and the true peaceful and happy emotions the dirty dishes could posses. Inside the tub lay hidden knifes ready… Continue reading Doing the dishes.

When little eyes are watching.

I generally don’t like pictures of myself, let alone candid photos. I get a twist in my gut of self-consciousness and usually delete it upon viewing. I know I really should kick the habit, but admit it, nobody truly loves every selfie that they take. Recently however, Munch has learned to steal my phone and… Continue reading When little eyes are watching.

Starbucks Vs. Diapers: The laughable factor.

Diapers are life. So is coffee. While living in North Carolina I cloth diapered Munch for a long time. When he became a growing and eating toddler, disposables took over and I didn’t mind. $7.50 For a pack of diapers a week is doable (and then there of course is bulk diaper buying from Sams… Continue reading Starbucks Vs. Diapers: The laughable factor.