Suicide: The True Mask of Deception

Suicide.
The end that offers rest from the mind that will not let go of pain and sorrow.
The end that removes all demons that whisper all the failures.
The end that opens the cage of darkness.
The end that silences the voices of the past.
The end of you.
Suicide.
It approaches like a deceiving warm hug.
It presents the cure to twisted ideas of darkness.
It transforms into an ally.
It becomes the only victory with claiming.
It is the end of you.

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Hush, Hush Annoying One

Parenting a child who is vastly different from you is exhausting.

The days of sitting outside for hours, listening to my thoughts are gone.
The days of taking a bubble bath with the candles lit are no where to be found.
The days of watching a movie in silence are in the past.
The days of painting my toenails and singing along with one song from start to finish disappeared like Ja Rule’s raps.
The days of buying groceries without interruptions are only dreams that haunt me at night.

My son. He is mine but not like me. He requires attention. A lot. His mind races with words that fall out of his mouth without a filter. He is up at the ass crack of down and fights like a champion when the sun goes to bed. His hands are always on the move. His lips are even faster.

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Motherhood May Cause Drowsiness Book Giveaway!

I am super excited that my Facebook page, MOTHERfluff, has reached over 500 fans!

AND … I am even more excited to launch a book giveaway of the book, Motherhood May Cause Drowsiness: Mom Stories from the Trenches.

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Mom Bloggers Turn Mom Lit and Parent Humor Into an Anthology of “Momoir”!

I am extremely humbled and honor to be apart of this brilliant momoir! But, dad’s don’t you fret … this anthology is relatable for all parents because we all crave one thing … SLEEP!

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Beautiful Struggles

For the first time since my first miscarriage, which was 2 years ago, I feel alive.1ef3047eecdc51a911da68d0cb8c681a I was on the phone with my sister last night and I told her that for the first time it feels better to be awake then asleep. That one statement says it all. I want to be apart of the world instead of dreaming of alternate moments. I am happy to experience the down falls of the day, as well as, the every day moments of life. For the first time in years, I feel as though I have a control of my depression, not the other way around. I’m no longer mad at my children for their dependency of me. It isn’t their fault they need and want me. I am their mother: a burden that I no longer regret. I am proud of myself for picking up the pieces of my shattered life. Continue reading

Sparks of Life

Wow. It’s been awhile, huh?

I guess my mind needed a rest. Or, maybe, I didn’t have anything to write or felt as though I had nothing to write.

Life here has been no more hectic or drama filled than in the past. Life is always throwing curve balls. I had another miscarriage. My third. Again …

Tomorrow is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. It’s a bittersweet cause that is striving for awareness: to help those to know that they aren’t alone. But, aren’t we?

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Motherhood May Cause Drowsiness: Funny Stories by Sleepy Moms

Mom Bloggers Turn Mom Lit and Parent Humor Into an Anthology of “Momoir”!

“Confessions of a Scary Mommy meets Chicken Soup for the Soul in this humorous momoir anthology with 43 mom bloggers!”—Moms Who Write and Bog

I am extremely humbled and honor to be apart of this brilliant momoir! But, dad’s don’t you fret … this anthology is relatable for all parents because we all crave one thing … SLEEP!

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Order your copy now!

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To Scream or Not To Scream?

I may or may not want to scream into a pillow.

No. I take that back. I do want to scream into a pillow.

Today, has been one of those days that my children can’t seem to function effectively without requesting something every two minutes. I really want a second alone. I really want space. It is getting close to their bedtimes and I have this unnerving sense that it will not go down when scheduled.

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These boys have sensors that detect that mommy’s personal bubble is slowly releasing fumes and must insist to hurry along the process. Continue reading