Hi, loves. Let’s all take an honest moment, shall we? It’s mid summer and it’s hotter than hell in the southern nether regions where I live. I mean it’s sweat dripping – melt into your car seat – take as many items of clothes off as you can – HOT.
Ain’t nobody got time for hot drinks, you guys. It’s common knowledge that I love my coffee… and I’m a hot brewed coffee girl born and bred. But I just haven’t been able to muster the courage to drink one lately. WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND would pour something hot down their throat to add to the miserable hotness of life these days? Not me… nope.
There will be nights when you absolutely don’t want to sing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” again for the 5698th time or read Fancy Nancy A-GAIN. But then she will say “momma pleeeeease” and so you will.
ANYONE ELSE OUT THERE GET STUCK IN A BAKED CHICKEN RUT? OR A WEEKNIGHT SPAGHETTI RUT? OR AN {INSERT WHATEVER CHEAP/FAST MEAL PLAN} RUT?
I’m raising both of my hands over here. My life is crazy just like yours. Two kids + full time job + piano students + volunteering + kids activities = BAKED CHICKEN FOR LIFE. That’s ok and even somewhat expected.
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.
