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Before I even begin… let me open with this: I am a professional. When it comes to superficial matters of the body, I know what I’m doing. There is a license to touch people with my name on it. With … Continue reading
What am I doing? Seriously….. what am I doing? It’s the question of the day, every.single.day. Why did I think, for even a second, that I could manage a full-time job, 1000 kids, keep my house Pintrest worthy, make friends, … Continue reading
Since the birth of my second babylove, I’ve been bombarded with all sorts of motherhood questions.