I hate open letters so I will gladly personalize this and send it to any known offenders.

Dear parents with the sick kid at preschool,

Hello. It’s me. Your overly tired, on-edge, worst nightmare. No, I’m not being dramatic. After you feel my wrath you will know that I am exactly as I claim to be. I will haunt you. When my kid is up at 2 am throwing up his dinner, I will be there to remind you that this is YOUR fault. When my kid starts coughing, crying and screaming at me for trying to give him medicine, you will know about it. When I am the one losing work time, sleep and my sanity– I will find the time to remind you that this all could have been prevented.
I may seem neurotic and crazy but I don’t care anymore. When your kid goes to the hospital with a 105 fever you realize that its perfectly okay to be a little neurotic. A little crazy. It is perfectly okay to blame you if you send your sick child to school. Your actions are selfish. I get not wanting to miss work. I get that it can be inconvenient. However, look at your kid. Your kid needs sleep! You kid’s body needs a fighting chance to get rid of this illness. You shouldn’t want to send them to school.
But, if you do decide to send your sweet, sickly baby to school knowing that they will spread whatever illness they have– you should know that you’re infecting every other little kid in that room. You’re infecting them, their siblings, their parents. Your actions are effecting everyone. You’re causing another parent to lose sleep, miss work and potentially get sick themselves. And if that parent is a little sensitive to their baby’s illnesses to begin with, you’re causing them to lose their minds!
No one wants to watch their kids sniffle, cough, sneeze or deal with a high fever. No one wants their babies to spend the night over the toilet vomiting. Especially the nervous-Nelly mom’s of the world. Watching you tell the teacher that your child is “just tired,” and “warm because it was warm in the car,” gives me rage. You know your child is sick. Own up to your poor decision, turn your child around and walk them back out to the car, drive home and put them in bed. Do it for your kid. Do it for the other kids and for goodness sake DO it for your fellow moms. I promise we will do the same for you.
If you don’t, you can expect me to call you out on it. I’m up to my ears in medicine, thermometers, hand sanitizer, tissues, vitamins and essential oils. What I need is for you to do your job as a parent so we can all get through this season together.


That crazy mom whose kid was out multiple weeks his first year of preschool due to random illnesses that could have been prevented. (insert middle finger emoji.)

Don’t stop until we stop this.

I don’t want to write this.  I don’t want to say anything about this or acknowledge that it is even a thing that happened or is happening.. but I have to.  It is my responsibility as a mother, a citizen, a person…a human. Yesterday we had another mass shooting in America.  A troubled teenager walked into his former high school and killed 17 people before attempting to blend in with the crowd and escape in Parkland, Florida.  I have to admit, when I got the news alert–I glanced at it quickly but didn’t immediately go to the news.  I didn’t even know if it would be covered.  I said a prayer and moved on with my day.  It seems there are so many “mass shootings” at this point that they aren’t even newsworthy unless they are the “second deadliest” or “fifth deadliest” or have some sort of statistical significance.  This, in itself, is alarming.  There shouldn’t be so many mass shootings that I have grown used to them.  There shouldn’t be any at all.

Yet, here we are.  This is one of many mass shootings in 2018 alone, and we are only in the second month of the year.  Why?  Why is this happening?  I am a lot of things when I hear of another one of these events but I am never shocked.  The shock faded many shootings ago.  For this reason, I am angry.  I am furious that yesterday …mothers and fathers sent their babies to school and they didn’t come home.  I am furious that mothers and fathers have lived in hell every day since losing their babies to senseless gun violence.  I am sick for them.  I am sick for our country.  I am just… sick.

When I took my daughter to bed last night I held her so close.  When she insisted on putting her dolls to sleep, repeatedly, I didn’t get frustrated.  I didn’t raise my voice.  I played with her.  I thanked God that I had this time with her.  I thanked God she was here and she was healthy and happy and playing.  I thanked God that she had no idea what happened yesterday and I prayed that she would NEVER know what that fear is like.  I prayed she would be safe… always.  When I came downstairs and my son was still awake talking to my husband… I started to cry.  I love his voice.  I asked him to cuddle and he held me so tight.  I held him and prayed I’d always have the opportunity to do so. I stared at his face.  He has the shape of my eyes. He has my nose.  He has my feet.  He has his daddy’s ears and eye color.  We made him.  We prayed for him and over him.  I grew him…I birthed him, I held him, I fed him, I loved him from the moment I found out he was with me.  The love I have for my children is deeper than I ever thought I could feel about any person.  They are MY babies.  I made them.  I love them.  I grew them.  They are PRECIOUS.  How DARE someone take someone’s baby from them?  How dare someone steal someone’s heart and soul with a single bullet and not think twice about it. How could he?  How could he do this?

I took my son to school this morning and I could hear him breathing in the back seat.  (mouth breather, poor kid lol) I’d never heard anything more beautiful.  I looked over at the school and all the sweet kids running inside.  One child had a poster board– some project he was turning in that day.  Another was yelling at another kid about messing up the carpool line.  I wanted to take my son’s hand and run for it.  I wanted to drive away and be far away from school. I looked back at him and he was oblivious to every thought.  As he should be. I smiled and asked him what he was most looking forward to today and then I walked him inside.

Now, I sit.  I’ve been reading and googling and trying to find ways I can do something about this …but I can’t do it alone.  I don’t even know where to begin.  All I know is that I cannot sit back quietly while this is happening.  We are BETTER than this.


Take a look at this study and you’ll learn that we lead the world in mass shootings.  We have 240 million more firearms than the next highest country, India.  Read the information and then TELL me we don’t have a problem.  If you do, you’re lying.

Yes, we need better mental health services.  Yes, we need gun control.  Yes, we need a lot of things.  I am not interested in getting in internet arguments over which we need more.  We need both.  We need LOVE.  We need to be there for our friends, families and neighbors.  We need to support them, love them and help them.  We do NOT need to revoke restrictions on mentally unstable people with firearms.  We NEED gun control.  I don’t care that the NRA funded this politician or that politician– these politicians, that we vote for and expect to do right by us need to get their heads out of their asses and DO something.  Dan Rather (I believe it was him)  pointed out that when ebola was killing people in the masses and could potentially be a threat to us, we took action.  Yet, here we are.  These shooters have taken our children and our parents and our loved ones over, and over and over again and we aren’t doing a damn thing about it.

I don’t care what your stance on guns is.  I don’t care what your political affiliation is.  I literally don’t care AT all.  All I care about is that another parent doesn’t go through this.  The numbers are there.  We have more guns and more mass shootings than any other country.  Do your own research.  I won’t sway you with what I’ve seen.  If guns aren’t the problem…. what do you think is the problem?  WHAT can we do to fix it?

I don’t have all the answers, or any of the answers.  I just know I’m sick of sitting back while this continues to happen.  My babies are out there… I need them.  This HAS to stop.

Please visit the following site and join the cause.  Donate and Volunteer in your area! 

We have to step up.  We have to be the change.  Prayer is a beautiful, wonderful, powerful thing but we also need ACTION.  How many more lives will it take for us to change this?

Wegreeco Reusable Pads: Review!

Hello friends.  I’ve decided to extend my obvious talents (bahahah) into the youtube world.  I recently made a purchase for reusable pads… I know, glamorous right?  Anyway, I really liked them so much that I decided to tell the world about them.  I think that when you think about bleeding onto a cloth rather than a tampon or pad… it can feel a little weird and out there.  I know I felt that way.  However, I had to find another way to manage my monthly cycle! Tampons and Pads were REALLY irritating me.  And yes, I know that’s a bit of an overshare… but whatever.  I think I can talk about vaginas in my own blog.  Long story short– pads/tampons were making my vagina angry… so …I searched for other options.

Like most of us I went to Amazon (I love you Amazon, please never leave me) and searched many different brands of reusable pads and finally settled on Wegreeco.  I am so glad I made this decision.  So far, I am thrilled with my choice.  I’ve used them and they were very absorbent, leak free and exactly what I needed.  Post-period, my vagina was fine! Such a relief.  I don’t know what exactly is in tampons and pads that was making my body react …but when I realized I was reacting, I knew I needed a better option.  Thankfully this one is better for my body, my bank account and the environment. WIN WIN WIN!

I’m going to give the menstrual cup a try soon… I’m a little nervous. I’ve seen a few buzzfeeds and read some reviews… but this seems like a better option for events/vacations.  We’ll see.  Stay tuned.  Comment below with your favorite reusable feminine products — or any product for that matter.  I’m always up for trying new stuff!