Postpartum Depression is a Con Artist (among other things)

I wrote this several months ago, long before my blog, but I decided to share it with you all now:

“Stop playing with your food!” I yell for what feels like the fiftieth time just during dinner alone. My chest is tight, my stress hormones pumping out at maximum capacity. Continue reading “Postpartum Depression is a Con Artist (among other things)”

Busy boys, busy days

This past weekend, Diesel, Dodge, Choo-choo, and I went up to a vintage truck show held at a car museum. We had stacks and stacks of books to keep Choo-choo occupied for the hours-long drive there and back. We also had several toys. He had plenty to keep him busy, including his best friend Dodge. Continue reading “Busy boys, busy days”