Warrior mommy?

Stumbling through parenting in a haze of prozac and sleep deprivation

I know how lucky I am to have 3 kids, a great and supportive husband and a lovely little apartment to live in.

However…holy shit this parenting gig takes a toll that no one tells you about. In the past 4 years of parenting I have been on increasing doses of prozac for anxiety that was always there but bubbled to the surface with all the pregnancy hormones.

I can count on 1 hand how many nights I have slept 6 or more continuous hours.

I have steadily gained weight throughout this period. Add that to the chronically tired look, given up on doing my hair, rotating selection of work out gear despite rarely working out (I am in it for the elastic waistbands) — and I am one hot mess.

But, I have learned things. And hope to learn more. I also try to keep shit funny to avoid completely losing my mind.

Since I am turning 40 this year, I am trying to get a grip on this crazy life. I am also having that moment most of us have — mid life unsettling where I think about what I have accomplished and what is the mark I want to leave on the world. I want to help parents laugh more, be easier on themselves and perhaps feed themselves and their families really delicious food (via my food blog modernfamilycooking.com of course..).

Did you know 2 yr olds will actually stick forks into electrical outlets? That is what I learned this week. And that NY firemen are truly as hot as you think they are. I am leaving utensil strewed throughout the house in hopes for a return visit from the firemen.