I feel like a fraud
All this talk about “Be Sexy.” You’re a Sex Goddess. Don’t be so hard on yourself, etc.
I’m about to expose myself as a phony.
Last week I had a meltdown because my husband teased me about a hole in one of my gloves. I MELTED. I was full-on CRYING, you guys. Breathing hard. Face all hot. Kids looking concerned.
It made me realize how fragile even the strongest sense of self-confidence can be, especially in front of those we care about the most. I love my husband and I know he loves me. I always, always want to be my best in front of him.
I don’t like it when he catches a glimpse of an ashy leg, or a old pair of undies, or even a small thing like a hole in my gloves. I don’t like it when my toenail polish is chipped or I wake up to my hair sticking straight up in uncontrollable curls.
I want to be a sexy, confident, put together Mama who has everything under control. I want to be able to balance all that I do (full-time job, full-time mom to two kids under 3, caring wife, thoughtful daughter and sister, great friend, bad-ass blogger, nonprofit communications consultant, ETC.) with a smile.
I don’t want to be run-down and tired EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. So tired that I don’t wanna even THINK about exercising or so tired that I don’t realize when it’s been months since I last shaved my legs.
I want to be sexy. I want to be alluring. I want to look like that young sexy chick I did when my husband and I were first dating. I mean, heck, look at me back in 2005:
Ugh! Too cute, right? Look at those stilettos! Look at my cleavage! Look at that NATURAL face - no makeup!!!! Look at those nice toned arms!! Michelle Obama WHO?
Now, I definitely can’t fit that dress anymore, but the shoes are still in my closet (and they probably still hurt like heck, but whatevs.) I want to bust them out, go on a proper date and feel like I still have it.
It just kills me how it’s so much more of a challenge to be the confident woman I used to know so well.
So let me apologize to all the moms who maybe felt that I was making it seem like getting your groove back would be easy. It’s not easy and in many cases it’s a daily struggle.
I still struggle with it. Daily. Hourly, even. But I do know that it’s possible.

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The day started at 5 a.m., the alarm sounding and bringing thoughts of, “Didn’t I JUST go to bed five minutes ago?” Swing your feet over the edge of the bed, stretch a little and stumble through the morning routine: clothes, brush teeth, grab breakfast and lunches, head out the door.
I’m not sure what it’s like for childless couples, but I understand how a healthy, thriving, sex life can get pushed to the bottom of the to-do list (no pun intended) once the babies come.
I don’t know what it is, but a good foot rub can almost be as good as an orgasm. (I said, almost.)

But then I started meeting with my friend 
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Now don’t give me the side eye - this is a good beginning. Baby steps, ladies, baby steps.
I always buy the healthiest things I can buy for my kids - organic apples, bananas, grapes, fat-free puddings and low-fat cheeses, etc. But whenever I was grocery shopping I’d always put 

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