29 June 2015

When Being a Mom Makes You Feel Mean: 6 Steps to Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself...and Your Child

When Being a Mom Makes You Feel Mean

Lately, I’ve been stuck in a severe funk where being a mom is concerned. This move to Pittsburgh, albeit great, has come with some big challenges namely, having my child with me 24/7. As a full time working mom, it has definitely been an adjustment and not one that’s been easy. I’ve lost my temper more times than I like to admit. My patience has been strained and put to the test. I’ve raised my voice and yelled. Overall, I feel like I’ve been a fucking hot mess.

Have you ever felt this way? For the first time since Chickie was a newborn, I’ve been struggling with bouts of anger, resentment, loathing and borderline depression but before I go any further, I want to make a few points crystal clear…

1.    I love my child with all of my being. I would die for her, do anything in the world for her and give her the best that life has to offer.
2.    My daughter is, hands down, the biggest, most amazing blessing in my life. She is truly a gift from God and I adore her completely.

So, let’s not forget this as I discuss I rather sensitive issue, okay?

I feel like I’m emotionally stuck under a dark cloud with regards to motherhood lately but it’s also a situation that’s unavoidable; Maddy is used to being in school all day with friends while having an outlet to release all her energy and I’m used to going to work. I know we are both doing our best and that this scenario is only temporary but it still leaves me feeling pretty rotten as a mom. Couple this change with a few other challenges that we’re dealing with, and you have the perfect storm of stress, anxiety and a longing for things to become “normal” again. Here are a few other things we’re dealing with now:

1.        Maddy will be four in July and is still not sleeping through the night. Michael and I haven’t slept consistently, all night, in over three years. THREE YEARS. Most nights we are up anywhere between 2 – 5 times or have extended stretches for hours on end with her just being awake. She has been to several doctors who always tell us the same thing: “This is normal. She will grow out of it. There is nothing we can do for you.” Side note: if one more doctor makes this asinine comment to me, they will get punched in the throat. I mean, seriously. I find it hard to believe that my daughter waking up so much during the night or either not sleeping at all is “normal.” At any rate, with the lack of sleep on top of everything else, it’s easy to see how one can become stretched thin.

2.    A complete attitude of defiance rules the roost. Getting her to do anything without a complete and total meltdown, tantrum, or crying fit is impossible and because of this, she usually spends most of her day in time out, her room, or being disciplined {I’m not even joking or exaggerating}.

3.    Mealtimes are pretty much hell. Our once happy to eat anything diner is now defiant to eat anything at all or either likes to pull the bait and switch on us.

It’s all just exhausting. In my eyes, there seems to be nothing rewarding, satisfying, or even remotely worth being happy about in being a mom right now and as a result, I feel a huge amount of anger and resentment towards my child. I swear it’s like a cloud descends on me and I feel as if I have to really work to get myself out of it because otherwise everything my daughter does – even the totally normal kid things – makes me feel grumpy and I start to feel mean.

To be clear, when I say I feel mean it’s not in a seeking retribution kind of way or wanting to retaliate against my child to hurt her kind of way. Instead, its feeling as if my interactions with her and my responses to the things she does are not aligned with my normal beliefs of how being a mom should be. My normal philosophy is to be open, loving but firm in responses, and to try and get on her level so that she can better relate to what I’m trying to communicate. 

But lately? 

I am quick to anger. I shout more instead of using a loving voice. I feel myself lying in bed at night while she’s awake wondering what in the world I’ve done in deciding to even have a child. My patience is non-existent and I find myself snapping and using tones of voices that aren’t nice. I’ve cried more than I ever thought possible and I’ve basically done everything, including bargaining with God, to PLEASE – just let me have one night of good rest. 

I know I’m incredibly lucky. I know there are millions of women struggling to get pregnant but with all due respect, that’s not my battle to fight and I can’t take on the world’s woes without being able to acknowledge my own. Just because another woman is struggling to have a baby, it doesn’t negate the issues and struggles I’m going through. I shouldn’t be begrudged in my feelings and I shouldn’t feel guilty for feeling this way, but I do. 

So what can I do to fix it?

I’ve always found that for me personally, feelings of resentment means it’s time for self-care and reflecting on ways to better take care of myself so that I feel like the mom I want to be. Whether that means finding a sitter to get more “me” time, going to bed earlier, eating better, exercising – whatever, I need to do it. Self-care isn’t always easy when you’re taking care of little ones but it is necessary. I’ve also found these tips helpful in letting go of anger and resentment in parenting:

1.    Put yourself in your child’s shoes and try your best to see what they see. When I’m upset, all my daughter sees is a big person who is angry. I can only imagine how that makes her feel. Putting myself in her shoes has a way of making me feel compassion instead of anger and resentment.

2.    Try to remember that your toddler or preschooler isn’t giving you a hard time but instead, they are having a hard time. Keeping the perspective that my child isn’t trying to upset me on purpose helps me to better align my feelings to respond appropriately. 

3.    Talk with someone who you know won’t judge you for your feelings. Sometimes simply getting it out or talking with someone who is going through the same thing helps tremendously.

4.    Sometimes you just have to step away. Leave them with a trusted family member, your spouse, or sitter, and just leave to have a few hours to regroup. 

5.    Hold, grab, and giggle. At times when my daughter is pushing me to my very last limit, I’ll grab her, hold her down, and just tickle her like crazy. Usually, this gets a lot of laughs from her and as a result, her attention is redirected from the prior fit she was throwing and we’re able to move on in a positive way.

6.    Get help. If worse comes to worse and you see no relief in sight from your feelings, get help. Go to your doctor, get medication, or schedule an appointment with a therapist. Sometimes our demons are much, much larger than ourselves. There is no shame in asking for, or needing, help. 

Does this ever happen to you? Do you ever struggle with feelings of being a mean mom? If so, how do you work through it? Any tricks or ideas?

26 June 2015

Meet Justine from Little Dove Creations : Just So You Know...

To all of Courtney's loyal readers, I say hey! My name is Justine and I blog over at Little Dove Creations; so if DIY, recipes, and a little bit of lifestyle thrown in is your thing, I'd love for you to stop by sometime! My husband and I have been married for eight years, and I am a stay at home mom to #3under6 (soon to be #4under6!!) with a BA in Liberal Studies. Someday when my kids are older I plan to teach, but for now I find that my little ones are teaching me plenty. ;)

To my fellow store patron,

I realize that in a country where the average family consists of 3.13 people I'm a bit of an anomaly. Three young children, and at the stage where I'm obviously pregnant with another one... I get it. I do.

However, just so you know, your seemingly lighthearted comment of, "You're brave" in the parking lot as I'm trying to wrangle all three of my children into a single shopping cart just comes off as condescending. I'm not brave for running errands with my children, I'm just out of milk.

I saw you continue to glance at me throughout our shopping trip. You observed me counting down from three, numerous times. You heard me incentivize my children with the promise of treats afterwards. You saw my 16 month old attempting to yank all breakables from the shelf, and my three year old (unknowingly) trying to shoplift a bag of candy. You witnessed me temporarily "lose" my five year old, and heard me raise my voice more and more as time wore on.

You've probably raised some children of your own. You probably feel like I'm doing several things wrong and you could certainly teach me a thing or two. You likely feel that the way that you would handle things would be much better. Just so you know, you're probably right.

For your kids.

For the child or children that you were given, you are the perfect parent. For your kids you had all the answers, and if you didn't, you eventually discovered them through trial and error. Or you didn't, and things turned out just fine.

Or maybe you're just wondering why I keep having kids. I've seen the thought flash in people's eyes before, "Doesn't she know how that happens?! She can't even handle the ones she has now." But what you don't know is that my kids have already been out running errands with me for hours. Or that my daughter has an earache, again. Or that my son (and I) are both "hangry". Or that my youngest is way past due for her nap.

What you don't know is that I too am the best parent for my children, what you don't know is how loved they are. What you don't see is the laughter, the stories, the songs, the hugs, the snuggles.

Just so you know, what you are witness to right now, is a very small snippet of our day.

Just so you know I am thankful and I feel so blessed.

And just so you know, you should mind your own business; don't you have more important things to worry about? I know I do.


One tired, busy, blessed momma

25 June 2015

Meet Jess from Being Mrs. Beer: SMART Weight Loss Goals

Hey Shiraz readers! I hope you're having a great week and you'll take a moment to hang out with me while Courtney and her family are getting settled into Pittsburgh! I'm super excited for her big move and can't wait to hear all about it... but in the meantime? You get me.

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Anyway, I'm Jess, and I blog over at Being Mrs. Beer. Yep, that's my real last name, but I just married into it, so I can't take credit for the cool factor on that. I live with my husband and 2.5 year old daughter, Abbie, about an hour west of D.C. Courtney and I have always had a lot in common, but one of those things? Working on our weight.

I'm a big Weight Watchers fan, and have been for over 10 years.  Every week there's a specific topic every Weight Watchers meeting touches on. On one of my favorite weeks, we talked about goals and how to have a plan to meet them.

Goals can be really specific or really broad, but in my experience, it’s the small, specific goals that are the best. They're a lot easier to meet, and it creates a snowball effect. At work, they’re often called SMART goals – specific, measurable, achievable, realistic, and timely. As much as I hate to use business lingo in my personal life (seems so cliché), it’s a metric I’ve found really works.

 SMART Weight Loss Goals

So, let’s pull it apart, shall we? Start with the general goal of “I want to lose weight.” As far as SMART goes, that’s a pretty terrible goal. It doesn’t meet any of the metrics. Let’s make it better.

First, I usually tackle measureable. It’s usually pretty easy to put a number on things like this. Since we’re talking small goals, let’s make it “I want to lose 5 pounds.” See? Already better because you have a way to see your progress.

In this case, timely, achievable, and realistic go together, so I think of them all at once. Average healthy weight loss should be .5-2 pounds a week (Weight Watchers wisdom coming into play here). Since there’s 4-5 weeks in a month, that could be anywhere from 2 to 10 pounds in a month. 5 pounds is in the middle, so it’s completely achievable. Putting that time restraint on the goal gives you a little bit of a push. The goal then becomes “I want to lose 5 pounds in a month.”

That may be specific enough for some people, but often you need a bit more guidance than that. Specific is where you tackle the how. How are you going to achieve that goal? Put it right in there. For me, it’s tracking my food, eating healthier, and moving more. The goal becomes “I want to lose 5 pounds in a month by eating healthier, moving more, and tracking my food and exercise.” You could drill down and get more specific than that – include how long you’re going to work out, what you’re going to eat, etc. Some people need more detail than others.

So what are some other examples of SMART goals?
Say you want to get more steps and you’re currently averaging about 6,000 steps every day. You want to get to 10,000. It’s a pretty big jump there, so a better strategy would be to slowly move it up. Instead of having your goal at 10,000, set it at 7,000. Since it’s pretty close to what you’re already doing, there’s a much higher chance you’ll hit that goal, and once you get used to that, you can set a new, higher goal (this is exactly how I’ve slowly increased my steps to 12,500/day).

You want to get a better picture of what you’re eating through tracking, but right now your tracking is all over the place – sometimes you do a whole day, sometimes just breakfast, sometimes you skip a whole week. Set your goal to log a specific number of days per week, or even a specific day. Maybe Mondays are really hard for you food-wise – set a goal to track that day. You can then bump it up to more days, or every breakfast – whatever slowly gets you there.
You want to get to the gym more, but it’s nearly impossible for you with everything you have to tackle in a day. Again, start small. Take one 10 minute walk every day. Do a yoga DVD every Tuesday. Try that new class at the gym every Thursday. Once you meet those goals, you can bump it up.

Once you start hitting your goals…well, it’s addicting, at least for me. They tend to have a snowball effect and make me just want to get better and better, which is what I want in the long run. One step at a time.

Do you set goals for yourself? Do you agree that small goals are a great way to get started?

Thanks for hanging out with me today! If you're inclined to follow along with me and my family, you can find me below!

24 June 2015

Meet Whitney from Work It Mama : I Believe - Girl Mom Edition

Hello!  I'm Whitney and I blog over at Work it Mommy.  

Wife to Brian, mommy to Kinsey and Brielana, fur mom to Stella.  I write about whatever tickles my fancy but mostly about my family, toddler fashion and preschool activities with some other random sprinkled in for fun.  Thank you Courtney for having me today!

A love list to being a Girl Mom.  I Believe:

There is no such thing as No Big Deal.  Everything is A BIG DEAL; see a spider, it's A BIG DEAL.  Watching your favorite show (cartoon, in this case), it's A BIG DEAL.  Having a playdate with a friend, A BIG DEAL. Emotional development at its finest.

In accepting there will be glitter.  Everywhere.

In pink everything.  And occasionally purple.

All little girls are Princesses.  And if you're lucky, you stay one.

Walt Disney got it right.

Raising daughters is my most passionate job.

A hug and a kiss makes everything better.

In fostering a deep sense of self at an early age.  Even if that looks like a strong-willed, stubborn "brat".  The world is only too quick to downplay a girl's assertive qualities when it doesn't conform to days past "meek and subservient views."

Accessorizing is most of the fun.

Playing dress up is an art form.

Singing out loud means being as loud as you can; singing the right words is not mandatory.  Doing the right gestures is extra credit.

A three year old girl is a lot like a 13 year old teenager. Go figure.

"The days are long, but the years are short." Gretchen Rubin

{I love you Kinsey and Brielana}

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23 June 2015

Meet Stephanie from Wife Mommy Me : The 5 Biggest Perks of Moving

In 2012, my husband and I along with our 8 week old son decided to take relocate to Austin, Texas from Dayton, Ohio. Not only did we decide to move, we did so during a snow storm and to a city and state in which we only knew my husbands co-workers. As someone who doesn't like change, this was a huge deal for me. While the move wasn't something that I wanted, it did teach me that there are perks of moving across the country. 

Moving Perk #1

You get the chance to de-clutter and get all the extra junk out of your house. We moved 4 days after Christmas and while it wasn't the ideal time to move in Ohio, we were able to purge our home of items that we didn't need or didn't use. I found things I didn't even know we had in our kitchen cabinets. Clothes that we wouldn't be needing in Texas were donated to Goodwill. All in all, 4 boxes of "extra" stuff left our house to be donated and shared with family and friends.

Moving Perk #2

New place, new lessons. I love Ohio but prior to moving, it was all my husband and I ever knew. Having been born and raised in Ohio, we hadn't had the opportunity to experience a ton of cultural. Moving to Texas opened our hearts, eyes and minds in so many ways. For the first time ever, I meet a Mormon and was taught first hand about their religion and way of life. We meet folks from all over the country; Austin is the melting pot of Texas. We were given access to new foods that aren't available in our home state.

Moving Perk #3

Moving away from family and friends allowed us to create new friendships. When we moved to ATX, we knew a handful of folks from my husband's work. If we wanted a social life, we would have to make new friends. Between coworkers and girls in my Mom group, James and I cultivated friendships that will continue to grow and be important to us regardless of our zip code. Moving forced us to open up and create bonds with folks who weren't lifelong friends.

Moving Perk #4

You get the chance at a fresh start. Between a new home, friends and job, moving allows you the chance to have a fresh start in life. I met a ton of folks in Texas that moved there to experience something new. I love this way of thinking! Life is short so why not try something different. We were in Texas 2 years before moving back home and while I missed home like crazy, being a Texan for 2 years was such a wonderful adventure.

Moving Perk #5

Successfully completing the challenge of a move. Regardless if you are moving 2 cities away or 2,000 miles, moving is tough. It takes a bit of finesse and a lot of hope that things will go smoothly, that you'll still been in your right mind when all is said and done. Regardless of how big of a move you undertaking, there is always a sense of "We survived!" when the move is over. Knowing that you took the challenge of moving and survived to tell about it is always a great feelings.

So Courtney, Michael and Chickie, welcome to the North! Welcome to being just 4 hours away from us. As a total Yankee, I welcome you with open arms and a class or two of Shiraz.

Want more of Stephanie? Connect with her via these social media outlets:

Our Family Blog || Wife Mommy Me Facebook Fanpage

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22 June 2015

Meet Jaclyn from Beauty and the Binky : Childhood Independence is Overrated

I am a young, fashionable mom. I never cook, but I do get dressed every day. I truly believe in and advocate for a woman’s ability to birth, breastfeed, and maintain her own identity after conceiving. I wrote the book on night wakings, I graduated from the University of Pumping at Work, and I built a 30 pound child with my breasts alone. ...all while wearing a pencil skirt and heels. I admit that I’m not “good” at anything, I just try really hard. I believe a little effort goes a long way.

I once watched a clip from a talk show where the guest was answering audience questions. The guest was a mama who breastfed her older toddler, even though society typically looks down upon it. The toddler was around 4, if I remember correctly. ...you can imagine how those questions went. I was intrigued by an older woman who stood up and said that she taught Pre-K at a daycare, where 4-year-old's "needed to be independent." I spent a lot of time dissecting her arguments and relating them to breastfeeding. It was especially important to me that the woman who spoke up about childhood independence did not have any college education or any formal training on childhood development. This was important to me because, if she would have taken childhood development classes (or typed in a few Google searches), she would have known a bit more information about childhood independence and how the breastfeeding mother is actually very likely to raise an independent child.

I also started thinking about my own child’s independence. Is he independent? What does independence look like for a toddler? Do I even want him to be independent?! I came to these 3 conclusions and I wanted to share them with you, in case you’re over there fuming about having to tie your child’s shoes for the fifth time today. Grab a much-deserved glass of Shiraz and join me in these realizations:

  1. Independence actually means self-rule and separation
...which none of us want for our children. Did you know that independence means "freedom from outside control or support?" (Definition taken from Merriam-Webster.com.) I don't know about you, but that isn't even close to being my goal for my two year old. In fact, I think he could use a little a lot more outside control...especially in the grocery line...and the car...and at nap time...and...well, you get the idea. As for the last part, I will go ahead and assume that we all agree that don't want our children to be free from support.
  1. Teaching children to be independent is actually quite a dependent process
...which is basically the opposite of “independence.” I know what you’re thinking, “she’s getting all crunchy on us now,” but hear me out. Read through that list of 8 tips to teach your child to be more independent and you will find that all 8 tips are highly parent-led! In fact, these 8 tips sound more involved than the normal route of doing things for your child!
  1. We actually want our children to be mature
...which means “complete in natural growth or development.” (Definition taken from Merriam-Webster.com.) Think about it. We want our children to be at the point of dressing themselves...or putting their toys back into the toy box when they’re finished. These qualities come with maturity. These qualities aren’t based on “freedom from control,” but rather from being “completely developed!” Maturity and development take time and support. I think we can all agree on that! At least I can, especially while looking back on my 15-year-old-self.

All-in-all, I’ve decided that I actually do not want my child to be independent. In fact, working to help him become independent is apparently a lot more work than keeping him dependent on me and will result in utter chaos, since it is, after all, defined as freedom from control! Aside from the jokes, I came to a quick realization that true independence looks a lot different than the idea of independence that I had in my head! As we venture through motherhood, we’re bound to stumble upon information that completely upturns our own beliefs and thoughts. There’s a learning curve to this whole mom thing, huh!

11 June 2015

When "Friends" Disappoint. A Reply to the Haters.

Today’s post doesn’t come with any fancy graphic or picture.

Honestly, I’m really too tired to do that shit today.

What today’s post will come with is a lot of raw honesty, so buckle up and let’s get this party started.

In case you missed my announcement on the blog’s Facebook page or my IG account, we’re moving to Pittsburgh on June 20.

June 20.

As in, a week and a day from today June 20. Anyone else out there feeling my stress?

It’s a good move for us. Michael has accepted a VP of Communications position with a well-established organization in the area and as far as family life goes, Pittsburgh has a lot to offer; museums, sports, zoos, restaurants, theatres and a plethora of on-going festivals, programs and activities. We found a gorgeous home for our family that has basement playroom space for Maddy and a huge fenced-in backyard for both the dog and Maddy. Overall, it’s a far better quality of life than we’ve had here in Statesboro, GA and we are excited about the opportunities and fun of it all.

What I haven’t been so thrilled about, and quite honestly confused about, are some of the reactions I’ve received from a few friends upon hearing our news. I’ve heard:

“As much as you move, you should never unpack…and Michael isn’t even military.”

“Y’all sure do move a lot.”

“Why are you moving again so soon?? What is the deal??”

“Why can’t either of you stay in one place for long? You running from something?”

Yes, it’s true. We’ve moved a lot over the last few years. Some of that moving has been our choice and other times, not our choice (because of employment) but in each instance, we had a goal in mind for what we wanted regarding the betterment and future of our family. The decisions we’ve made for ourselves and our child haven’t been made lightly. For me to have to even sit here and justify this to anyone pisses me off because the only thing I can think is…

Who the fuck really cares???

It’s always amazed me, this fascination and salty attitude people get regarding other’s life decisions. I’ve never understood it because to me, if you’re truly a friend to someone, all that should really come out of your mouth is…


“Good luck!”

“That’s fabulous!”

Because I guarantee you this – when you’re changing jobs for the 100th time because you have no clue what you want to be when you grow up, I’m not going to ask you why. I’m simply going to say, “That’s awesome! Good luck!” When you’re moving or selling your home for reasons unbeknownst to me, instead of giving you a hard time about it, all I’ll say is, “Congrats! If you need some help, let me know!” When you’re moving your child to the 10th day care in a year because you can’t find one that you like, I’m not going to judge you for that. I’m going to say, “Do what you need to do to be happy with your decisions” and leave it at that.

For those of you unfamiliar with this concept, It’s called being supportive. It’s called being a friend.

Yes, our family has moved a lot over the last few years but ya know what?

I’m proud of our decisions.

I’m proud of the fact that instead of settling and struggling like most people do, Michael and I worked hard and went out and explored and made our own opportunities happen. I’m proud of the fact that our daughter has been able to see and experience so much of our great nation. I’m proud that my daughter will learn from her parents what it truly means to persevere and grab life by the balls. How many of you who are so critical can say that you’ve ever done the same with your one and precious life?

Lastly, what am I proud of most of all?

That I can confidently make these decisions and not really give a fuck what anyone thinks.

I will move 100 times if it means that my family will have the best life and opportunities and at the end of the day, I don’t owe anyone an explanation as to the “why” and decisions that are made for me and my family.

So if you’re one of these “friends” reading this, know from the truest and most sincere part of my heart that I don’t give a fuck what you think or have to say. Mind your own business. Take care of your own life. Tend to your own grass and maybe, just maybe, it will be as green.


03 June 2015

Hump Day Mommy Confessions

Shiraz In My Sippy Cup Mommy Confessions

ONE. I hate selfie sticks. Hate probably isn’t even the right word to describe how much I despise those things but at the risk of losing half my readership, I’ll keep my salty, foul comments to myself. I think people standing around a selfie stick to get the “perfect picture” look like asses. To be clear, I do love to take selfies, I really do but whatever happened to the good ol organic, reach your arm out as far as it will go picture? I think selfies are fun, especially when I’m doing one with my four year old so I get why people take them but a selfie stick? Maybe we’re taking this age of convenience, technology and social media a little too seriously.

TWO. I’ve finally got my cooking shit together and even made a complete meal plan for this week. Our dinner situation was getting completely out of hand and by out of hand, I totally confess that we were relying too much on restaurants and fast food lately to make our evenings easier. It was completely ridiculous because A. I can cook and B. It’s a money drain. #duh So, I sat down this past Saturday, prepared a meal plan, went grocery shopping and have been cooking every night this week. I have to admit that I’ve really enjoyed it. I love to cook and it’s soothing for me to pour a glass of wine, turn on a little Billie Holiday and zone out from a full day of work while I’m whipping up some vittles for my family.

THREE. To work or not to work, that is the question. If you’ve been hanging around these parts for any length of time then you know I’m a mom who loves to work outside of the home. I’m a huge proponent for working moms but if I’m being honest, I’ve felt a huge desire and need to be home lately. I’m not sure where this feeling is coming from (possibly from watching too much Mad Men? I kid) but with some new opportunities coming our way for our family, I’m giving some serious consideration to the idea of being home. It’s important to both Michael and myself that Maddy be in day care so she continues to grow in social, mental and physical well-being so she will continue to be in school all day but for me? I think I need a temporary change and an opportunity to expand myself in other areas. We’ll see.

FOUR. I despise one of Maddy’s classmates at day care. This sounds horrible, doesn’t it? To say that you can’t stand a five year old but it’s true – this little girl grates my nerves to no end and most days, I want to punch her in the face. I understand and tolerate typical preschool behavior because let’s be honest – they’re all a little bratty at this age. This girl however takes it to a whole new level. She’s always bragging about what her parents just bought her, she’s always correcting and bossing around the other kids and has absolutely zero respect for personal space. Just last week while she was trying to show me the new Frozen watch her mom bought her, she got up on my body and was touching my boobs and rubbing all over my stomach.

Needless to say, I’m not a fan.

FIVE. I gave Michael’s ex-boss the finger in traffic. We happened to pull up to the same stoplight beside each other. It’s a very long story as to why I have such disdain for this woman but needless to say, she deserved it…and I would absolutely, 100% do it again. One of my proudest moments? No. Did it make me feel extremely happy as I pulled off laughing with glee? YES.

What do you have to confess this week?