From Hero to Zero

I’m a Marine. I decided I wanted to be a Marine when I was 12 years old, and I worked unbelievably hard to make it to where I am (more on that in a later post). I put the Marine Corps ahead of pretty much everything else in my life for well over a decade.Continue reading “From Hero to Zero”

My First Boob Squish

I had my first boob squish today…you might know that as a mammogram. I recently stopped nursing Graycie and noticed some lumps shortly after. They didn’t change for a bit, so figured I should get checked out. Everything is good—no abnormalities on the boob squish or the follow-up ultrasound. It was an interesting experience though.Continue reading “My First Boob Squish”

Medical, Medical Everywhere!

I’ve had a lot of fun with medical stuff the last few years. It just keeps going too. Doesn’t help either that I have some legit anxiety that leads to a bit of hypochondria, so there is definitely a mix of physical symptoms mixed with psychosomatic symptom…it’s a fun combination 😂 I’m writing this forContinue reading “Medical, Medical Everywhere!”

Just be a Tool, it’s OK (sometimes)

I’ve been very conscious recently to not use “but” as much when referring to my kids. I think everyone does it… “I love my kids…but…XYZ” Instead, I say “and.” “I love my kids AND they can be tools.” True statement, but no need for a “but.” They happen simultaneously, the love and toolishness. It happens.Continue reading “Just be a Tool, it’s OK (sometimes)”

Slap Party for All!

You ever just want to slap someone? I know I’m not a the only person who feels that way more often than not. As a Marine, I can tell you that we are actually not a service full of crayon-eating-body-building-dumb-as-a-box-of-rocks meat heads…but there are definitely a few. And they tend to work in billets thatContinue reading “Slap Party for All!”

Milkshakes and Meditation

I’m a few weeks into Cognitive Processing Therapy (CPT) with my doc, working through some trauma from over a decade ago that’s shown it’s ugly head 10-fold the last couple of years. It’s rough. Like I’d-love-to-curl-up-in-a-ball-for-a-few-days-without-moving rough. I can drag myself to appointments because I promise myself a latte at the only Starbucks I knowContinue reading “Milkshakes and Meditation”

Rainbows, Unicorns, and Motherhood #2

This kiddo is so much fun. But with fun, comes wild…and not “she’s just a three year old” wild…like, “I’m pretty sure she’s actually the child of a werewolf and squirrel” wild. She moves non-stop, she’s really LOUD, she throws epic fits (complete with exorcist-style screaming and leg bending), she’s crazy strong, she rarely listens,Continue reading “Rainbows, Unicorns, and Motherhood #2”

Rainbows, Unicorns, and Motherhood #1

I’ve had some pretty intense professional jobs over the years, but I’ve got to say that none has been as tough or as rewarding as being a mom. The highs are spectacular, but the lows can be rough. Sometimes the highs outweigh the lows, and sometimes the opposite is true. What do you do whenContinue reading “Rainbows, Unicorns, and Motherhood #1”