The one upside to being laid up with the Bubonic Plague Part II is that you’re forced to sit down during the day. This is decidedly NOT part of the normal routine, so I fully took advantage of my 101-degree fever and static state last week to binge on Netflix.

This isn’t something I have shared, maybe ever, because the popular consensus seems to be that Oh my gosh being pregnant is THE WORST. (See: All the weight gain; all the weird boob stuff; all the peeing ALL the time, etc etc etc). But every once in a while, I feel it. I miss being pregnant.

I was a late adopter of coffee. I know, weird, right? For years I went just for unsweetened green tea, and not even because I needed caffeine boost, but because I enjoyed it. Then I had kids and I was like, Okay, all the coffee right now please and thank you. Well now I am happy to report there is one thing that might be the next best thing to coffee for tired moms. And that is IV Therapy.

See this? This is a picture I snapped today of a little girl’s lunchbox that I saw for sale at a popular department store. Why do I say it’s marketed toward little girls? It’s pink, it has sequins and it was surrounded by other girls’ merchandise. So, safe to say that it’s aimed at our daughters.

Isn’t it the best when you connect with other mom friends you can share those candid moments of motherhood with? You know which moments I’m talking about–the imperfect ones.

I’m no math genius, but if I had to guess, I make somewhere between 356,712 and 554,925 decisions per day as a mom. And when it comes to school mornings, let’s just say I’m in need of any simplifying tips I can get.

Raising kids is tough. Like, way tough. These resources on gentle parenting have troves of practical advice as well as inspiration to get you through the early days of motherhood (mostly) sane.

If there is one guaranteed way to make my kids stop in their tracks–whatever they’re doing, however far from me, in whatever location in the entire Milky Way–and find their way to me to demand my immediate attention, it is to have me sit down and attempt to work. So when one has to be productive in short, intense bursts, you’ve got to make your workspace just right.

As someone who uses the word “delicious” to describe her baby more frequently than any other word, this is a question I’ve pondered quite a bit. And as it turns out, science can validate that I am not a complete freak show. (At least not in this regard.)

Let’s be brief. The primary thing that birthing and raising three children has taught me is that, *holy God*, the female body is a freakin’ miracle machine. Like, WE DO THE DAMN THING. Day in and day out.