6 Ways I Keep Myself from Going Insane as a SAHM

I was super hesitant to become a stay-at-home-mom because I had no idea how to be one. These past 7 months have been filled with so much joy and frustration and love and confusion than I ever expected, but I haven’t lost my mind, which was a major concern. If you’re in the same boat, or are gearing up to be a SAHM, here are 6 things that have kept me sane.

Finding social support

In the first few months, I often cried because the loneliness was palpable. During the week, I had no social interaction for approximately 12 hours every day; an extrovert’s worst nightmare. I found myself going to the grocery store just to I could talk to the cashier. (Seriously, Maude the cashier knows who I am and talks to me every time I’m there.) But over time, by my own effort and by kind souls reaching out to me, I’ve started to build an awesome mom tribe, and they make my life exponentially better.

Making a schedule

I used to scoff when stay-at-home-moms would say things like “Wednesday is laundry day.” I take back every snide scoff because schedules like that make my life manageable and productive. Admittedly, this is still something I wrestle with because, I mean, laundry doesn’t have to get done on Mondays, right? (But truly, if I wait until Tuesday to do all the laundry, my week feels off.) In Corporate America, I thrived off of a schedule, so I knew I’d have to do the same at home. While my Tuesday budget meetings are now replaced with Tuesday playground playdates, my schedule provides the necessary framework for my week.

Getting out of the house EVERY SINGLE DAY

Unless the baby is sick, I’m getting out of the house. Some days “getting out” means running errands, but more often than not, it means taking Jack to a music class or setting up a play date with girls from my mom tribe. I’m busting through walls like the Kool Aid Man if I’m in this house for a consecutive 24 hours.

Putting on makeup

I rarely wear pants without an elastic waistband, but most days I at least put on mascara and concealer. This has absolutely nothing to do with what the Maude cashier thinks of me, but everything to do with what I think about myself. If I feel like a slob, my day feel sloppy. My mood and outlook are drastically better on the days when I make time for those few extra minutes to get ready for the day.

Doing something outside of Momming 

I mean, I’m all for ring-ring-ringing Jack’s play telephone 7,000 times a day, but come on, I need a little somethin’ more than that. Thankfully, this blog, some freelancing, and my contributor role at Best Kept Self afford me the creative outlet I need. (PSA – No one asked me to say this, but BKS is looking for new contributing writers. You can apply here)

Not “working” on the weekends

Aside from grocery shopping on Sundays (Cory and I are weird and like to do that together) all of my “work” is done during the week so Cory and I can enjoy as much family time as possible on the weekends. Obviously, this is not a perfect system, but it is the norm.

Clearly I’m still in the newbie SAHM phase, and because my training manual got lost in the mail, I’m making it up as I go along.

I don’t care if you’re a SAHM, WAHM, WOTHM or whatever other MOM acronym there is, what are some things that help you stay sane? 

It Would Be Easier to Tell Half-Truths

If you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen yesterday’s picture.

It’s certainly not a cute one, but the caption was sincere and genuine, and I appreciate every single comment that I received; although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a moment of panic after I shared it. I couldn’t quite put my finger on the feeling, but Stephanie (my spirit animal blogger) happened to describe it so perfectly in her post yesterday when she said:

I confess, that some days I wonder if it might just be easier to not tell so much truth, all of the time. I don’t believe in the Highlight Reel style of social media or blogging but sometimes laying all of your failures and naked truths out for the world to see on such a regular basis is hard on the psyche.


I get nervous when I share my “behind the scenes” on social media, a world where it seems like everyone else is only offering up their highlight reels.

It would be so much easier to write about the fun time I had with Jack when he was playing in the sink this afternoon and just leave it there, but if I left out the fact that I was a moron who gave him a cup to play with, which he then used to throw water all over me and the kitchen (because, duh), I’d be leaving out the best part.

Or, I could show you a smiling selfie on a good hair and make up day, but I could also show you a picture of me standing in my closet on the verge of tears because none of my clothes fit and I feel insecure in my new #mombod.

Or, I could write a post about how I make organic baby food, which would lead you to believe that I’m a “good mom” who does that kind of stuff, right? But what you wouldn’t know is that I could write an even longer post about the fact that my baby is more inclined to eat my shoe, my end table, and my phone charger before eating the actual food I prepared.

So yes, it would be so much easier to not tell the truth all the time, but then we’d miss out on the opportunities to say “me too.”

And bringing the “me too” back into momming? That’s what I’m about.

Baby’s First Sleepover

I know I bitch and moan about being tired and not sleeping through the night, but I love my baby more than life itself and I always want to be in control of his safety and general wellbeing. That’s the complex of motherhood: feeling overwhelmed by being completely and utterly responsible for your child’s everything yet having a difficult time giving up that responsibility to someone else.

Because no one can do it better than you, right?

Cory and I debated whether or not we wanted to pass the Halloween party baton to someone else this year because Jack is so young, but we ultimately convinced ourselves that just because we’re parents doesn’t mean we’re completely lame and can’t have a good time every now and then.

Expected reaction: Great! Hooray! We’re FUN!

Actual reaction: SOB!, because it meant Jack would be away for his first overnight “sleepover.”

My anxiety level about this event would have made you think I was sending him off to a week at a crack house with nothing but a blanket and a “good luck!” but he was staying with my in-laws for 12 hours (and I packed enough breastmilk for 3 bottles, 6 diapers, wipes, 1 backup outfit, socks, 1 spit up blanket, a pack ‘ play, a highchair, and a pouch of organic baby food.)

To put it lightly, I freaked the fuck out.

I cried sporadically all day leading up to his departure. It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest as I packed his bag. As I nursed him at 6pm right before they left, I cried again. I asked my in-laws not to take the back roads, and I felt like my own mother when I said “Please text me when you get home.” (Because DRIVING IS DANGEROUS.)

I realize the drama of the following sentence, but it literally (literally.) felt like my in-laws were driving away with my entire heart strapped into the back of their car.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t breathe until I got the text from my gracious mother-in-law assuring me that they were safe and sound in their driveway (I resisted the urge to respond with, but will you text me when you get IN the house? You know, just in case you fall while carrying him inside?)

Once I knew they were all safely home, I started to relax and was actually able to enjoy myself. But damn it if I wasn’t an emotional train wreck getting there.


[Halloween] Weekend Wrap Up

This weekend we hosted our 3rd Annual Halloween party, and it was a blast. I’m not a Halloween superfan, but we hosted the first Halloween party in the neighborhood three years ago, and since then it’s become our “thing.”


Cory and I have celebrated ten Halloweens together, but we’ve never dressed up in a couple’s costume, which I think is probably kind of weird. To make matters weirder, I normally do coordinate my costumes with my best friends. This year, Emily and I were Beauty Pageant Rejects, Miss Behavior and Miss Demeanor.


Fun fact: this is my prom dress and I was fucking thrilled that it fit this mom bod.


Hosting a party on a Friday night has its perks, but the only downside is having to all last minute stuff on a workday. Thankfully, Cory and I did a little bit decorating and cleaning every night during the week after Jack went to bed, so there wasn’t too much to get done before our friends started arriving around 8:00.

I’ve got to hand it to our friends, because everyone’s costumes were on-point, and out of the 50 people who came, there was not one duplicate!


Life, handing me lemons (and hard lemonade)

My friend/sorority sister/college roommate actually lives in the same neighborhood, and I was so pumped that she and her husband were able to make it!


It was Jack’s first night away (an entirely separate post is coming on THAT) so I had one drink the whole night. A few friends were like, WOO! A night without the baby DRINK UP! And I was like, WOO! I still have to get the baby in the morning! I never thought I’d say this, but I actually didn’t mind pumping the breaks on the alcohol. I feel like an old lady, but it felt great waking up without one trace of a hangover. Cory and I both felt so good that we swooped up Jack and spent the day in Farmville walking the High Bridge Trail before coming home to hand out candy.

It was a fantastic weekend from start to finish!

cory high bridge

I hope you guys had a fabulous weekend!

I’d love to know: Did you dress up for Halloween? 

Everyday Timesavers: Dinnertime

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In this new season of life, I feel like my mantra is ain’t nobody got time for that. Like any mom, I feel like I’m always go-go-going. I’m constantly running errands, heading to fun classes and play dates, and chasing around a baby who is constantly into everything. 

As I’m still attempting to figure out this stay-at-home-mom role, I’m doing my best to make my life as simple as possible. This isn’t the ‘take the scenic route’ chapter of my life; whatever it is I’m doing, I want quick, I want easy, I want practical. This is true because I want to have the ability to enjoy the things that I actually matter (because OMG – it does really all go by so fast.)

I know many of you are in the same boat, so I’m starting an Everyday Timesavers series, a series of posts where I’ll discuss ways I simplify my everyday routines in order to save time (and sanity.) First up: the bane of my existence, dinnertime.


After a long day, dinnertime is like the last .2 miles of a half marathon (<– I really had to dig for that throwback); you’re exhausted, but you know you’ve got to get there in order to sit on the couch and drink wine (that’s what all runners think, right?) It’s probably because I’m quite unskilled in the kitchen arena, but I don’t like cooking, so I do whatever I can do make it quick and simple.

ONE // I meal plan. Before Jack, it was no problem to go to the grocery store on a whim to pick up stuff for a meal, but times have changed, friends. My life these days runs much more smoothly when I have a plan, especially when it comes to food. Without a meal plan, it ends up being time to eat, I’m hangry and make poor decisions (like eating two bowls of cereal and/or saying things I can’t take back.)


TWO // I meal prep. I’m still trying to be better about this, but I’ve found that taking an hour or two on Sundays to chop veggies, make lunches, and cook a bulk of the protein actually saves me so much time during the week. I have the best intentions to make dinner every night for Cory, but real life happens often, folks.

THREE // I clean as I go. One thing I hate about cooking dinner is the mess of pots and pans that’s left to clean up afterwards. If I take the time to clean as we go, it’s so much easier to enjoy dinner when I know I don’t have a disaster to clean up after we’re done. (The cook doesn’t clean in this house…which may be why my husband loves cooking dinner.)

FOUR // I make as many one-pot or crock pot meals as possible. Barilla Pronto Pasta is a major hit in this house because I can make my favorite pasta dishes in one pot. It’s so easy. I put water and the pasta in a pot, wait 10 minutes (aka: sit on my counter drinking wine and watching TV) then add sauce and serve. Truly, it doesn’t get much quicker and simpler than that. (Friendly tip: Barilla Pronto Pasta isn’t available everywhere, but I snagged mine at Martin’s.)


FIVE // I ditch perfection. I hate waking up to a kitchen that’s not 100% clean, but I hate cleaning the kitchen when I can hear Jack and Cory giggling in the living room even more. So, I tidy up after dinner and spend that last 30-40 minutes before Jack’s bedtime giggling and cuddling on the living room floor with my family. Because while a clean kitchen matters to me, those pre-bedtime snuggles are the moments that actually matter.


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5 Stages of Breastfeeding


DENIAL Many women experience this stage of breastfeeding prior to childbirth or soon thereafter. Most common thoughts and beliefs during the denial stage are: this will be easy!, it’s the most natural thing in the world!, and breast is best! Don’t fret, the denial phase is short lived and soon gives way to the second phase

ANGER During this stage of breastfeeding, a woman may experience a strong urge to punch her husband in the face each time he presents her with a crying child and says “I think the baby is hungry.” 

BARGAINING It’s not uncommon that during this stage of breastfeeding, grown, otherwise intelligent women attempt to make deals and truces with a newborn or tiny child who cannot yet even control his or her own bowel movements. If you’ve ever uttered phrases such as, “If you make it through this trip to Target without crying uncontrollably, I will nurse you as soon as we get home” or “I promise if you stop demanding a nighttime feeding, I will buy you a pony” you are not alone.

DEPRESSION The realization that you are no more than a feeding factory and that your entire life revolves around being milked start to sink during this stage of breastfeeding. Clear signs that you’re in this stage include, but are not limited to, finding yourself watching countless hours of television and scrolling through Facebook and Instagram on your phone until you develop carpal tunnel in your dominant hand.

ACCEPTANCE Whether you breastfeed for two hours or two years, at some point you accept the fact that you’re doing what’s best for you and your baby. You also accept the fact that you’ll want to throat punch anyone who tries to tell you differently.

It’s also important to note that the breastfeeding process is not a linear one. You can experience these stages out of order, more than once, or not at all. Happy milking!


Lies I Tell Myself, Vol. 2

I don’t miss my pre-baby bod.

I don’t need to write down that important piece of information. My mind is a steel trap.

I won’t eat dessert tonight.

I’m an efficient grocery bagger via the self check out.

I’ll shower later.

Today’s the day: Jack will stop refusing bottles because he’s almost 7 months old!

I’m going to make time for juicing. (*Pours bowl of cereal instead.*)

I won’t yell at the dog today.

The dryer is basically an iron.

Jeans = fancy.

Lies I Tell Myself, Vol. 1

Currently [10-21-15]


Current Book(s): LOL this is funny.

Current Music: I could lie, but Pandora’s Toddler Radio station is where it’s at these days. It plays the same 20 songs over and over, and I get super jazzed each time songs from The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast come on. Jack’s current fave is the apples and bananas song. The kid legit giggles every time it comes on, so that means I love it, too.

Current Guilty Pleasure: I’m working on not feeling guilty about pleasure, and this weekend was a good practice.

lu group

Current Nail Color: I don’t know what you’d call it. Purple brown? Purown?

Current Drink: I’ve been drinking a ton of water, still. I also drink decaf coffee (anxiety = no caffeine) because it’s cold in the morning and this mug that my aunt Ruth Anne sent me gives me all the giggles.


Current Food: Lots of it.

Current Favorite Show: Oh, how my life has changed now that my baby is mobile and needs to be entertained 24/7. I haven’t watched TV since we were on vacation in August when Whitney and I were binge watching Playing House. It’s SO FUNNY.

Current Wish List: I wish Jack napped during the day. He takes two “naps” that last no longer than 30 minutes. When I tell most moms this, their response is “How do you get anything done?!” My response is, “I don’t.” Or, I do, but I’m lugging around a 20-pound baby.

Current Bane of My Existence: Anxiety.

Current Celebrity Crush: No one comes to mind! How lame.

Current Indulgence: Our bi-weekly date night feels indulgent, but in the best way. Before Jack, we went out to eat all the time, so it stopped feeling date-y. Now, I look forward to getting dressed up and spending time out of the house with just Cory.

Current Blessing: Being a S/WAHM is such a blessing. It’s hard as shit and some days I hate it, but I know how fortunate I am.

Current Slang: I literally can’t even.  Cory wants to throat punch me every time I say it.

Current Outfit: Yoga pants and long sleeved shirts. Running around after a baby all day is a serious workout. If you’re ever trying to lose weight, I suggest having a crawling baby.

Current Excitement: We’re hosting our 3rd annual Halloween party this year. I’m not sure we’ll out-do last year’s sisterwives costumes, though.


Getting Rid of Mom Guilt

mom guilt

The more I talk and connect with other moms, the more I realize that one thing we all experience is Mom Guilt. Rather just Plain Old Guilt, Mom Guilt is a special kind of irrational, all-consuming crazy. It’s like, as soon as you become a mom, guilt becomes your automatic response to every situation in life. What’s even crazier, is that to the majority of us are experiencing some level of mom guilt at all times.

If you work outside the home? Mom Guilt.

If you work inside the home and happen to have two second to sit down? Mom Guilt. 

If you’re out having fun without your kids and/or husband? Mom Guilt. 

If you’re sad because you’re not out without your kids and/husband? Mom Guilt.

Whatever and however you choose to feed your kid? Mom Guilt. 

If you do something for yourself? Mom Guilt. 

If you experience Mom Guilt? Mom Guilt. 

The examples endless, and I’m certain that every single mom reading this has her own Guilt List (I know I do!) I’m new to the mom game, but I’m a quick study, and I’m learning that this kind of guilt is dangerous. This Mom Guilt has the ability to rob us of happy moments, relaxation, and the ability to enjoy life to the fullest potential.

It also has the ability to disguise itself as anxiety, anger, resentment, and sadness; and in my opinion, no one deserves that (self-imposed) shit in her life. It’s toxic and it serves no one. 

I wish I could say I have a solution, but I don’t. What I can tell you is that I’m working on it myself. What’s helping me is having the insight to address it, accept it, and to let.it.go. Do I think I’ll ever shake all the Mom Guilt? Not even close. But do I think I’m going to avoid making it my default setting? Absolutely.

Who’s with me?


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Totally Truthful Thursday

// I don’t keep a baby book.

// On any given day the thought “Am I screwing him up because of (fill in mundane activity here)?” crosses my mind approximately 957 times.

// Why is it unacceptable to comment on someone’s weight if you think they’re too heavy, but completely acceptable to comment on someone’s weight if you think they’re too thin?

// Jack has been crawling and pulling himself up on things around the house for about a week now. While this is incredibly exciting and insanely adorable, it has also added a new level of terror to my days.

// Speaking of crawling, Penny is like, “WTF?! This thing moves?”

// I was gifted some birthday money with the instruction to spend it on myself. My internal struggle is: do I go buy cute (yet nursing friendly) clothes I’ll probably never wear, or do I go buy yoga pants and other “soft clothes” that I’ll wear on a daily basis? (As my friend Shannon said, “Let’s be honest, Jack is the one getting new clothes.”)

// I stopped taking monthly pictures of Jack. You know, the ones that every single mother but me posts on Facebook these days. I was making up a chalkboard every month and having the same identical set up, and when I missed his 6 month photo I felt like a shitty mom. Why? Social media peer pressure. It’s so stupid. I have 1,000 pictures of that kid on my phone!

// I had such a powerful coaching session with Melissa Maher this week and I’m so fired up about the exciting plans I have for myself!

// If you follow me on Instagram, get ready for an overload this weekend. We’re gettin’ dressed up!