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Wear the swimsuit. Take the picture. You were ther

Wear the swimsuit. Take the picture. You were there and that matters. 💫 My girl is all ready to swim with Mommy but got a little impatient when Mommy wanted to make her drink first. My favorite is always Tito’s + club soda + 🍋 (or fresh grapefruit). 🍹 What’s your drink of choice these days?

Saturday 2pm: Kids running amuck, husband washing

Saturday 2pm: Kids running amuck, husband washing boat, Mom still in her pajama shorts (no teeth brushing, no deodorant, no personal hygiene, no problem), just ate chips and guac for lunch and emerged from house to don sun hat and open a White Claw. Sitting on porch taking selfies for no reason. What’s up Saturday! We keep it real around here! 👏🏻 Live your life and make no excuses for being the awesome woman you are! Embrace your uniqueness and just live your damn amazing life. 👏🏻 What’s on your Saturday agenda?

It’s 8:30am, I’m eating tortilla chips for bre

It’s 8:30am, I’m eating tortilla chips for breakfast and we just started our second movie. My goal is to not wear a bra all day. That’s the kind of Monday I’ve got lined up over here. ☺️💛 Be kind to yourself. These are weird times. Pivot your self-expectations with them.

Apparently all I post is selfies so just interrupt

Apparently all I post is selfies so just interrupting that to remind you to focus on them and not the strangers. These squares mean nothing if your kids feel forgotten. Go give them a hug and eye contact. It matters.

I can do hard shit but today my son walked in and

I can do hard shit but today my son walked in and I was crying in bed. I was crying for not-really-anything but also so-many-things. Everything was hard this morning and I just needed a moment to process. My kids had been helping me at the car wash and I yelled at them and said “that was SO STUPID” after one of them stuck a wipe into the vacuum. My words crushed that child’s soul and I saw it in his eyes as he crawled back into his seat, his head bowed so low his chin touched his chest. My yelling was so loud I know the car next to us heard me because later, the man came over and told me how helpful and meticulous that kid was being as he cleaned the front of my car. The stranger was trying to be encouraging and I really did appreciate it. But somehow it made it even easier to hate myself for taking my all-the-little-things stress out on the most innocent and convenient targets, my children. So there I was, sobbing in bed, as my other son walked in on my moment. Mommy being Human. “Can I have a hug?” I choked out. It was an odd request, asking my elementary-aged son to comfort me, but at the same time it felt so natural. I told him I was crying because I was sad about how I’d yelled at his brother earlier. I told him I try to be the best mom I can but sometimes I make mistakes. As I poured out my self-doubt, I felt his head turn away on my shoulder and his chest heave, as if he was holding back tears himself at seeing his mom this unhinged. The heaving stopped and with much effort to sound unemotional, he said, “Well everyone makes mistakes. No one’s perfect.” And there it was. Those wise words from my 8-year-old baby’s mouth were the instant balm my soul so badly needed. Self-love in these weird times. Self-appreciation and gratitude to soothe the frayed nerves. Love and respect. We had a beautiful conversation. I apologized to my other boy. He smiled. We are good. Then he was my “trainer” for my workout. See that’s the thing. We all make mistakes. But we all also have the power to turn the day around. Sometimes with a little help from our best little people. 🖤💪🏻

I’m on an island with my husband so I’m not ev

I’m on an island with my husband so I’m not even sure this will post, also a little buzzed so there’s that but I just wore a 2-piece to dinner and I’m 38 years old and just thought someone should know. Don’t let anyone tell you what the rules are. We make our own rules Babe.

Land of the free, home of the confident. 🇺🇸

Land of the free, home of the confident. 🇺🇸 Love, honor and respect. I have it for my country, and I have it for myself. 🇺🇸 Happy 4th everyone! Go celebrate our nation today and always live your best life! 👏🏻 Others’ opinions of you are none of your business!

That Friday feeling when you order Chipotle delive

That Friday feeling when you order Chipotle delivery just for yourself and sneak into your room so your kids don’t realize they were totally left out of this equation and they’ve been watching TV all day and you don’t care and you are about to hit up your DVR and do the same. This is living today. This is real life. Happy Friday, friends. We made it. 🌯📺

I never understood why moms got sad at the end of

I never understood why moms got sad at the end of preschool. But now I do. Yesterday my son asked me to wear his favorite dress for a Mother's Day tea. I sat in his chair in his classroom, and he served me tea sandwiches, a homemade bracelet and a handwritten card. His eyes jumped with delight as he handed me each item. His proud smile couldn't be contained. Over and over, he pulled my face close and said "I love you, Mom." He must've said it 15 times. And all of a sudden, I felt a lump in my throat as I realized these years of innocence are almost over. Next year, he'll be in kindergarten. He'll be with big kids and naughty words. He'll be more responsible and more self-aware. All of those things are wonderful, and part of growing up. But, I know the days of "I love you, Mom" in front of his classmates are almost over. As his teacher showed a video of the school year, I felt like I was seeing everything I'd missed, as I'd been busy with his brothers and all of the other things that life required. I wished I could go back and capture those moments, but I can't. And so, my firstborn son, today, I will wear your favorite dress and try my best to be your hero. For as long as you'll believe it, it will be. 💙 I wrote this post 3 years ago, when my oldest was 5. Now I know how right I was. 😭💙 #babiesdontkeep #allthefeels❤️

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