Evening ladies and gents I hope this Wednesday before Thanksgiving finds you not to drunk to read and laugh.  I know the thought of prepping for tomorrow is stressful as fuck, with kids running around families being in town and not enough wine 🍷 or for people like me tequila in the house you're contemplating running away. Doesn't help when either kids are hanging on your legs or on your hips screaming and crying, or like me your kids are telling you they don't like Thanksgiving food after you bought everything and to just cancel the day? Anyone else wanna fight your grown ass kids or is it just me? I love them but man they try me. You hear laughter from the other rooms and while you're in the kitchen wondering what kinda dumb ass joke Uncle Joe told. I'm telling you now take that damn shot. Shit take two if it helps gets you through the next few days. I'm 🥂 to you! 

Hey ladies, come close cause this one's for you. First take a deep breath mama and know that it's gonna be ok, I promise. Let's take a deep dive into the things that a lot of people may not understand or don't believe happens to us literally 6~12 hours after child birth. There's a chemical break as well as an emotional one that makes us feel and sometimes act some kinda way towards our new born as well as the ones we love. Let's be honest having children does a lot to our bodies. Big belly's, big titties, swollen ankles, stretch marks, mood swings...... and so much more. Guys it's great you should try it sometime. Postpartum really effected me when I had my first child. I was 15 and I didn't know what it was and let's be real you weren't really allowed to talk about that kinda thing cause you just had a baby. It's a blessing. Which it was don't get me wrong I love my son, but it wasn't easy. I was scared all the time, there were times when I caught myself thinking I don't wanna hold him when he was crying or he'd be better off without me. Which I know wasn't true at all. These thought led to many of nights of tears being shed on the bathroom floor alone. I felt alone like no one could help me or understand what was happening to me. I didn't know what this was until years later. I hope you read this and know you aren't alone and things do get better. My son now is 25 and I love him just as much now as I did when he was born. Speak up and get help mama you aren't alone 🫶🏼

Evening ladies and gents I hope this Wednesday before Thanksgiving finds you not to drunk to read and laugh.  I know the thought of prepping for tomorrow is stressful as fuck, with kids running around families being in town and not enough wine 🍷 or for people like me tequila in the house you're contemplating running away. Doesn't help when either kids are hanging on your legs or on your hips screaming and crying, or like me your kids are telling you they don't like Thanksgiving food after you bought everything and to just cancel the day? Anyone else wanna fight your grown ass kids or is it just me? I love them but man they try me. You hear laughter from the other rooms and while you're in the kitchen wondering what kinda dumb ass joke Uncle Joe told. I'm telling you now take that damn shot. Shit take two if it helps gets you through the next few days. I'm 🥂 to you!