Let's face it. She tamed the beast. Or did she? While the rest of us are over here wondering, "What the hell, girl?", Belle is determined to see the good in everyone.
For the most part I feel like I’ve got this ‘adulting’ thing down pat. Lately, however, I’ve been all over the place. I wish that meant, literally, traveling, but, alas, I’m referring to the feeling of being spread thinner than almond butter on warm, gluten-free toast. And it’s a repeating cycle. Since Christmas I’ve lost my mojo. I’m not feeling myself. Relationships with friends seem strained. We’ve taken some big financial hits over the past couple of months. Stress, combined with my horrible sleep patterns, means late nights are leading to groggy mornings. My back has been bothering me on and off, so, aside aside from my daily walks in…
I was thinking of this while maneuvering the toaster oven upside-down to empty yet more crumbs. There was the briefest of moments where I thought, "Shoot, Erica, watch you don't scrape your [diamond] ring on the glass!" This thought was quickly followed up with, "Oh, right! I have my Groove silicone ring on. Carry on."
Recently, I’ve had many people ask what I’ve been doing differently. Well, friends, there’s no magic involved, merely science sprinkled with a little blood, sweat and tears.
Oh, you thought Flumageddon was the end of it? Ha! Nope. Because nothing speeds along flu recovery like getting hit with a Lice Storm.
Moms, consider this your official self-care holiday gift guide. You give of yourself all year and ensure your family is taken care of; now it's your turn to receive. Guilt-free.