1. I’m going to bet that almost every single one of you woke up this morning with some insecurity bearing down on you… goodness knows I wake up fighting that battle every damn day. Those things that play over and over again like a broken record in our minds…
AS I HAVE SPENT TIME REFLECTING OVER THE PAST FOUR YEARS OR SO OF MY LIFE, TALKING WITH OTHER FRIENDS WHO ARE IN THE SAME CO-PARENTING WORLD AS I AM AND TRYING MY BEST NOT TO IRREPARABLY SCREW UP MYSELF AND MY KIDS, I HAVE REALIZED SOMETHING.
WE ARE REALLY GOOD AT LABELING OURSELVES + EACH OTHER.
I am a BIG fan of DESSERT. A GINORMOUS FAN, YOU GUYS. More specifically… desserts made of CHOCOLATE. And I rarely deviate from this preference. However, I would make a daily exception for this cake. Because: COFFEE. BUTTERCREAM.
Let’s talk about co-parenting with someone who you are not married to anymore. There are a lot of lies about this that we embrace as truth and it’s time to show them for what they are… one by one.
Yes, it’s true. I’m a certifiable THERAPY JUNKIE. I have a love/hate relationship with that damn leather couch.
The journey with my therapist started about 5 years ago. I found myself in the kind of place that no preacher’s kid, mom of two, ordained minister and worship leader wants find her little ol’ self. {Bless my heart}
I thought I was ready for this change of season. I thought I had enough beach time for the year and that I wanted my babes to be back in school and that I was tired of wearing my uniform of shorts and flip flops. And I’m not sure what I was thinking because those things are ALL LIES FROM THE PIT.
YOU GUYS. This post was supposed to go up for Christmas. I have no excuse! I’m the worst! I’m a terrible blogger!
But then I tell myself to shut the hell up and stop whining. The truth is, pie is a thing ALL YEAR LONG. Why would we confine our Apple Pie eating to only the holidays? I can’t come up with good reasoning for that. And I’m a reasonable person… so I’m moving forward with this post even though we are pretty much done with February and moving quickly into spring and everyone is forgetting about the utter magic of pie. I’m here to remedy that terrible reality and pull you all back into the bliss of a perfectly constructed pie.
I’m resigned to the fact that my faith struggle is not only uncomfortable for ME… but it may also be uncomfortable for YOU. And while my first inclination is to apologize to you for putting us all in this awkward situation, I’m not going to.
I’m a summertime/LIVE at the beach kind of girl. Salt in the air and sand between my toes fixes E V E R Y problem, you know?
However, it’s winter right now and this year has been an especially difficult cold + flu season. Also: kids are disgusting little germ factories. I have two of them in my house. Don’t get me wrong… I adore them. But they are gross. Everyday they come home from school and I just want to hose them down with bleach. Don’t even try to touch me or kiss me until you’ve washed everything in anti-bacterial everything.
Sometimes I need to let my southern just hang all out in the open. I need to give in and let my heritage have its time in the spotlight. My southern belle accent can come and go depending on who {and what} I’m talking about. And my food cravings can range from chicken and dumplings to kale salad with quinoa… from fried okra and tomatoes to avo toast and curry… from biscuits and gravy to clam chowder and sushi. If it’s food, I love it…
Unless it’s miniature party food {lame} or McDonald’s food {the worst} or those tiny cocktail wieners {WHY}.
I guess tiny cocktail wieners can be put in the same category as miniature party food. It all makes sense now.
