Alone

"And I never feel lonely, I love being on my own. I always preferred being on my own than being with people." - My Little Love, Adele Today, I began to feel anxious. The things that seemed to cause this were 1. me being on my own at home, and 2. not getting replies from

A Stranger, a Stroller, and Some Groceries

Anyone ever bite off more than you can chew? Like maybe you go for a walk to your soon-to-be first-grader's school with the six year old, almost two year old, and a six month old. Maybe it's a beautiful day and you want to let the boys run around the school's playground. Perhaps you plan

Here’s an Exciting Topic!

Anyone want to talk about some postpartum depression?! Room goes silent. Crickets start chirping. A random tumbleweed blows by even though we're indoors. When our oldest son, M, was born, I felt so unbelievably lost. I was in a fog and felt completely in over my head. Not long after I gave birth to him,

The Mr.

Father's Day is less than a month away, and I couldn't wait that long to post about my kiddos' dad. This is going to be quite a tale, so get comfy! I married a man who is incredibly patient. This is something I have said to many people over these past few years. Not only

Presents are Fine

Really. Presents are totally fine. If your love language is giving/receiving gifts, then getting a special present on Mother's Day (or Valentine's Day, Father's Day, Arbor Day, etc.) might even be slightly necessary. However, we tend to celebrate without presents in our household. Instead, we celebrate with presence. (See what I did there? *nudges you

The Lady Beneath the Cap

Now that I've typed up a couple of posts, how about I introduce myself? Hello there! My name is Elsa! Yes, like the queen. No, I don't like winter. As previously mentioned, I'm a mom of three boys. My oldest, M, is our ridiculously sweet 6-year-old. God bless it, I love that boy. If only

True Tribes

When our oldest son (who is now 6) was a baby, I had little-to-no "tribe." We had just moved two hours south of our parents to live near Minneapolis. I was a young newlywed to a man who traveled frequently for work, as well as a first-time mom. I also had severe postpartum depression that

Why I Avoid My Hairbrush

The title of this inaugural post might lead the reader (you) to believe that I either A) have terrible hygiene habits, or B) have an in-depth reason for not brushing my hair regularly. Perhaps I have a deep-set belief that hair is healthier if it isn’t brushed. Or maybe I am doing my darnedest to