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Don’t Let “It” Steal You, Momma

6 Feb, 2017
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I have said this before but I will say it again, when I came up with this site and blog it was supposed to be funny; always funny. However, along the way not-so-funny things have happened and I have to blog about it otherwise there would be no blog at all! So hopefully you will bear with my more serious or less humorous blogs.

When you become a Mother it is the best experience in the world. There is nothing like it. The same goes of course for Fathers but there is nothing like carrying a baby in your womb just as there is nothing like the bond that a Mother and child have their entire lives. It is unique. It is special.

However, one must admit that when you become a Mother everything changes. First, your body changes. FOR-EVER. LOL. I do not care if you eventually become Mrs. Universe and you are as skinny and fit as could be; your body changes inside and out. Something will always be different. Maybe it will be your tatas. Maybe it will be your tummy. Maybe it will be your hormones. Maybe you won’t ever ever be able to laugh or cough again without peeing. Who knows what it will be but your body changes forever.

Obviously the other major thing that changes is that life, your life, is no longer about you. It is about your child or children. Yes, of course you have to take care of you but a true Mother always thinks about and maybe even always worries for her children.

Along the journey of Motherhood you experience ups and downs, good times and bad times. Some days are easier, some days are harder. Your kid may be out of diapers but drawing on your walls. Your kid may not be drawing on your walls but on other’s properties. Your kid may not be ruining other’s properties but may grow a severe ‘tude. Your kid may outgrow his tude but not your home, living with you FOR-EVER. You get the gidst.

And during all of those times you may have something eating away at you or something try to steal you; the you before you were a Mother. What is “it”? Is it an illness? Is it problems in your marriage? Is it a bad habit or an addiction? Is it something as simple as your temper or the way your treat your family? “It” may be one thing one year and something else the next but “it” always has one purpose which is to steal that part or a part of you. What is important to remember is that you would not be a Mother without that part of you for it is the very essence that makes up you.

It is very easy to get side-tracked and let things get to us. We Mothers are always so busy, juggling so much. But we do have to remember to take care of ourselves inside and out. We have to remember that when we nourish ourselves we can nourish others even better than before.

At the end of this month I will be going on my 3rd annual Mother’s Retreat. Yes, it is a religious one because I try to be a devout Catholic. But anyone can go on any retreat they want. The first year I went for one night and went home. The second year I stayed an extra night alone to reflect on all that had occurred. I am doing that this year as well. This retreat has really helped me so much. It gives me the time to stop and reflect on everything from that last year. To think about all of those things, those “its” which have tried to steal a piece of me. It allows me to work on those things which will help me become a better wife and a better Mother. I work through what happened that past year and I get rid of it. I prepare for the next year of Wifehood and Motherhood. I start over. I start over knowing that there will be some “thing” that will come up that will test me. But I start over with the hope and the intention of giving it my best shot; of tackling it head on and coming out on top.

I am sure this retreat I will be doing a long of crying. This past year was the worst year of my life as I battled postpartum depression and anxiety. That was my biggest “it”. Though I am “healed” from it the scars are still there. It’s almost like a wound that never heals right now. It is not painful and the bleeding has stopped but I still feel it and some days it’s numb. It has taken a lot of my regular, daily non-induced joy and laughter that I used to just have. So as I enter into this retreat I will be focusing on how, like in the game of chess, to get my pawns to the other side and retrieve some of my strongest pieces so I can get back in the game and beat the heck out of my opponent.

Whatever “it” is Momma, don’t let it steal YOU.

God bless,


Thank You!

1 Jan, 2017
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I just wanted to send a small thank you note to all of my readers out there. I have to say that I am perpetually humbled by you all. It is so amazing to me to interact with people I have never met before just because of … a blog! It is mind boggling!

Seriously, every day I give thanks for my blog and not because of what I say but because of you! You’re DMs, PMs, comments, tweets, re-tweets, shares, etc. All of them mean so much! To know that my fellow Moms and Dads out there struggling in the trenches take the time to read and comment or whatnot- well, that is golden! So THANK YOU!

I pray that you all had a great Christmas, a great holiday season, a wonderful New Year’s Eve and now a wonderful 2017! I don’t know about you but I am looking forward to change this new year! Watching my children during this season has given me a whole perspective on embracing that which really matters: family. Seasons will come and go, presents will be what they are but the times we have as a family and watching our children grow into who they are called to be; well that, that is just priceless!

Thank you for reading, for being a very special part of this my Camaraderie Mom blog. May God bless you and yours this holiday season and New Year!



How I Am Riding The Wave Of (Postpartum) Depression

3 Nov, 2016
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It is absolutely amazing to me how, now that I am going through this bout of postpartum depression, one small element can put me into a depression or anxiety tizzy.This never ever happened to me before and I hate it. But, it is what it is, as they say.

Two days ago was a great day. It was productive. I had gotten a few projects done outside of my job and keeping our children alive. :) But then the afternoon came and I got sideswapped by some really crappy news. And that is all it took for me see that postpartum depression rabbit hole. Like that -I could feel- in an instant, the wave of postpartum depression setting in.

In moments like that I do thank God that I have a big family because fortunately I cannot fall into that hole, that pit of despair. I have no choice but to continue to take care of my family while trying to process the crappy news and work through the motions. Do I want to crawl into bed and hide? YES. Would I if I didn’t have kids? Probably. I honestly wanted to pull a Kim Kardashian and say: cancel everything! I am done! I am going into hiding…for months! Maybe years! LOL

But instead I got the kids off to school and I arrived home knowing that I needed to work for my job. I did not want to but I did. After I did what I had to do I plopped down on the couch and looked down at my PJs. Lately I have been so good and actually taking showers in the morning but up until that point yesterday was not that day. I thought to myself, I can sit here, in my PJs and do nothing while the babies sleep OR I can get up and shower and forge ahead. And that is what I did though still dealing with my feelings at the same time. I did my laundry that had pilled up for days. I straightened the house. I cleaned a carpet in one room that really needed it. I took a shower and then I went on the air for a scheduled interview. After that I ran errands and got a massage.

For those of you who do not know me massage therapy is for stress relief for me and not for relaxation. I perpetually have knots galore and I always need a tune up. Yesterday is the first day I can say that I ever had a massage and experienced not 1, not 2 but 3 waves of anxiety during it. I have no idea why it happened but it happened. I rode the wave each time and it ended. I left with my knots out and knowing that whatever benefits there are that I am missing from massage therapy I knew they would be applied.

I picked up my kids and went home. I had zero interest in homework. I had zero interest in dinner. In fact I called my husband to warn him. That is like the McDonald’s call. However, he did not answer so I had no choice but to actually cook. I cooked a hot meal. I did the homework. I overcame it: that beast which is called whatever you call it.

My husband came home and we ate dinner as a family as per the norm. At first I thought I wouldn’t eat at all but right now I am experiencing the flip side of depression: I want to eat and eat and eat some more. After we talked I read the news alone and went to bed. For the first time in I do not know how long I actually slept for a straight 10 hours. Yes, 10 hours with no regrets.

The question is did I sleep because I was gifted with sleep for once or did I sleep because I was depressed? I say the latter only because I am awake every night for several hours. If you don’t believe me check my Facebook page.

Yesterday I consider to be a stellar ride of a large wave. I could have stayed in bed. I could have not done a thing. I chose something else. I chose to fight back. This is coming from someone who knows VERY WELL that there are some people every day and there are some days (for people like me now) where you have nothing in you to fight and that you do stay in bed all day. And that is ok. I get it.

As I cleaned my bathrooms yesterday (which I rarely do) I looked in the mirror and in my depressed state I had a moment of happiness; I was happy because I remember a short seven months ago I was not able to clean my own home. I remember vividly being on the couch watching others clean my house. As I looked in the mirror I thought to myself, “This is just a wave and you will ride it and it will be over and you will be afloat. Just keep swimming!”

And that is what happened. Today is a new day. Is it a great day? No. Is it as productive as I wanted it to be? No. But I am here. I am alive. And I survived the wave.

God bless,


When Panic/Anxiety Attacks Come Outta Nowhere Yet From EVERYWHERE…

22 Oct, 2016
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So let me start this blog by saying that I know that this, my Mom blog, was supposed to be funny. Well, if you are a Mom and you are funny or comedian-like you know that sometimes and some days you don’t feel funny or in a mood to joke around. So, today I am just being real which I love to be-funny or not. Today I am not feeling funny…

As a reminder I have never ever had panic/anxiety attacks until I had postpartum depression. Thank God with my first bout I only had a few. With the second bout, currently a WIP, you never know what you are gonna get. Sometimes the attack will come outta no where. I will be grocery shopping and I will feel like I was just hit in the face with a mac truck. And then I remember something; something very very important for my fellow postpartum depression warrior survivor moms: I remember Aunt Flow is due to make a visit. So yeah, ok, when I remember that then the attack makes sense: my hormones and body are outta whack. Ok, you sucky attack, you get a pass. Deal with it and move on.

But then there are times when I personally think and believe that I, my life style and my OCD perfectionist personally causes my own attacks. Why? Very simply put: because I do too much. I say YES too much. I don’t follow the rules in my own book about “taking it easy”, “resting”, and ahem, “letting it all go”. Yeah, NO, I do not do that and so I put myself in a position of compromise. It’s like a floor that has a leak. You can wipe the leak away and hope for the best or, you can pull up the floors, replace them and start fresh. A floor that has a leak on or over it, even semi-dealt with, will eventually crumble and fall apart. And, so these are the days of our (my) lives…

Yes, these annoying panic/anxiety attacks can come from no where, non-intentionally or they can come from a valid reason: Momma, you’re overdoing it. So the only question we are left with is: do you want to deal with that beast when she comes or before she comes? Do you want to experience yet again the overwhelming feeling that comes on out of no where and makes you stop dead in your tracks? Or do you want to CHILAX and though your life may be even more chaotic (because you’re taking a well deserved friggin’ break!) at least you won’t have to face that beast in the face again? Decisions decisions…

For my fellow Moms and even Dads out there going through this please know I am with you. I suffer with you. I hope with you. I pray for you and us. We will overcome this…

God bless,


Author of What’s Wrong With Mommy? Ride The Wave of Postpartum Depression With A Mother of Nine

The Balancing Act: From Wife to Mom to Worker

5 Oct, 2016
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OMG. I am done. Done, done, DONE! But wait, I can’t be done because I’m da Momma! So onward we go!

Part of the book I am working on right now is mainly focused on how I manage it all. Many have asked me how I do it all since they know that I am a wife, I am a Mom to 9 kids ages 10 and under and because I also work part-time from home which, as we all know, part-time can very well easily turn into fulltime!

I am not gonna lie when I say that nine times out of ten it sucks, like royally. However, I would not trade it – any of it – for the world. I am married to the best man on the planet and I long for date nights or trips away alone with him. I have the most incredible children and because there are so many there is so much love! I have had a great job for over four years which allows me to work from the comfort of my own home around my kids’ schedules so I can’t complain but I do.

I complain because I am one person. I complain because my husband has many late nights due to his career. I complain because – since I hated school/learning until I was in my mid 20s AFTER college – I hate homework and it can take for-ever! I complain because sometimes the juggling act is too much.

I have often thought about a Mom blog focused on working Mommas and Moms who work from home (those who “work” for a job and also work for their families or, shoot-me-now BOTH). I opted to keep it all on this blog since I love this blog and…since I have another one so three blogs? Yeah, no…too much for me to manage or um, balance!

So how do you Mommas how there balance it all? What is your secret? I would love to hear it. Because sometimes I look (or don’t even look) at myself in the mirror and wonder if I will actually survive all of this! There are emails and projects to be finished, there are starving kids, there are kids without clothes  (wearing summer clothes and um, we in fall my peeps!), there is a husband neglected, and um, a wife who looks like hell because she is lucky if she showers each day. #justkeepingitreal

Right now I say I do it on “a wing and a prayer”. And wine. Lots of wine. And then of course someone who can be there to talk to after the wine runs out. Thanks bff.

Whatever your secret is Momma, as I always say, rock on with your bad self. You are doing a great job! #justkeepswimming

God bless,