What's this all about anyway?!


What's this all about?

I do subscribe to the thought that "the ones craziest to think they can change the world are the ones that do". I also know that is a taaaad bit ambitious for a sleep deprived momma but I simply can't live with not trying. I feel it deep in my heart that we can just do better. I don't think it needs to be complicated. Let's just put more good out into the world? If we all just tried the tiniest bit harder, wouldn't that add up to such tremendous change? You don't have to buy the car behind you coffee everyday, but what if you slowed down and waited an extra 10 seconds to hold the door for the person behind you? What if instead of widening your eyes or looking the other way, you told the momma in Target whose little is losing their shit, that she's doing a great job!  Or just a silent nod of solidarity. Or go for the gusto smack her on the butt like a football player and tell her she definitely earned another glass of wine tonight! That one is probably best saved for the moms you know, but anyways. It doesn't have to cost money. It doesn't have to be dramatic. But I have found it does have to be intentional. We're all busy. We're all juggling. It's probably nott just going to happen if you don't decide that you want to be part of making this place better for our next generation. Sorry not sorry but it's on US. #BEthechange #SEEthechange #SHAREthechange 

I want this to be a space where we can talk about all the things you're not "supposed" to. I'm an open book because I think we can all grow from sharing. I've seen it over and over again in my life and as scary as it can be to share it always leads to growth, comfort and connection. I feel like that silence has created a lot of isolation for women in general. We live in a social media world where we share the highlights, but usually not the lowlights. I've yet to meet someone who isn't struggling with something. It's not a competition, but to quote the best thing to ever happen on MTV let's "start getting real." I dream of this little space on the world wide web being one where women (and maybe a few good men if there up for the challenge?) can support one another through the crazy hard beautiful thing we call life. 

Why 700 smiles?

I struggle A LOT with naming this little place. I want to be some mashup of my fellow Chelsea, Ms. Handler, meets Mother Theresa. (I first wrote Gandhi but you do not want to see me on a hunger strike.) It just dawned on me that I might have just described Ellen? 

1:700 babies are born with a cleft lip or palate. That was the reasoning behind our goal of fundraising for 700 surgeries by Luca's 18th birthday. You can totally head on over here and check that fabulousness out! 

1:7 women experience infertility. Opening up about our struggle was one of the best things that I ever did. Other than pipe down some well meaning family members, it was so nice to not feel alone. I started hearing from SO many women who were going through the same thing I truly couldn't believe it. Since then women have continued to reach out and ask questions about what we experienced and what they are experiencing. Once an infertile myrtle, always an infertile myrtle. It's a struggle that doesn't leave your heart easily and it actually came with many blessings. 

It's been said that the average adult smiles about 20 times a day, yet the average child smiles 400 times a day. Luca is an extremely happy baby and I'm sure he smiles 700 times a day. But the point is, let's smile more. Let's be happier, let's be more supportive, let's do better. I think you get the point? 

#BEthesmile #SEEthesmile #SHAREthesmile

Who am I?

I'm a 30something SAHM. I don't know what I hate more the long or short version of that, ugh. We're going to come up with a word Before that. I was a teacher. In between I had a successful 6 year run in direct sales as well as in the event planning industry..

I write much much more than I share. I'm going to try to break that habit.

I believe we're more alike than different. 

I miss AIM away messages and still remember some of my really good ones even though I can't remember what day it is. 

I'm usually either in kid sized sneakers or 3.5" heels, there's not much in between. 

I don't like beer but I love wine. I didn't start drinking coffee till I was 25.

I like my wine cheap but my chocolate and cheese expensive.

The only thing I've ever been addicted to is sugar. I waiver between deciding I'll never regret having dessert and wanting to live forever. I try to follow the 80/20 rule for most things in life.

I'm a planner and I take eating very seriously. I need to view the menu before going to a restaurant so I can make the best ordering decision possible. Meal regret is a real thing. 

I'd estimate 87% of my brain is filled with song lyrics.

There's a part of me that feels like if Nicholas Sparks can't stay married, there's no hope left.

I've jumped out of a plane and repelled down a building (with my grandmother) for charity. I'm afraid of many things like centipedes and hairy spiders, but height isn't one of them. 

I'm thankful to be married to my best friend who makes certain I don't go a day without a real good laugh. We have truly been through a whole lot of shit together but I wouldn't change a thing. 

I love a cathartic f bomb. I'm not opposed to writing fuck, but if I had in that previous sentence you would read that completely differently.

I'm on a mission to take down that little voice in our head that says "bad mom" however many times a day. The movie was funny, the idea is not. Join me please? I'm a good mom, sometimes I'm a great mom, sure there's days that I wouldn't want some of my finer moments broadcast on my instastory but guess what? Bad mom I am not. 

I am absolutely terrified of this making a single person sad, because it's inevitable. It's not till you've experienced the pain of infertility that you can understand how exclusive it can feel. For that I'm so so sorry. If by some miracle you've read this far I hope that my openness and fight for infertility awareness can balance out with the anger that now I'm mom blogging. I GET it. I actually put off going after this idea for so long because I just get it. But my dream is that this is bigger than me, and you and that we can get a little better together.