Chelsey Gets a Facial

Hello, my name is Chelsey. And I have poor hygiene. Especially with my skin. Ok, wait. That’s not entirely true. I do take showers. I don’t smell bad or anything. But I am 31-years-old and I literally just started washing my face. I know. I know. I’m not the best at adult-ing. But my skin […]

A Mother’s Quest

Day 1: It’s Friday. Yesterday I received a message that my five-year-old had purchased two boxes of cookies through her classmate. Great. I’ve side-stepped them at the grocery stores, ignored texts from my cute nieces about their troops, hid on the floor when the buggers knocked on my door like they were Jehovah’s Witnesses selling […]

Why I March

There has been a lot of discourse over Saturday’s Women’s March on Washington. I proudly participated in my own local “sister march” in San Diego. At first all of the coverage that I saw was from inside of my bubble; people’s joyous photos, exclaims and declarations. I saw floods of pink take over social media. […]

The Abyss

Ah. A new year, a new me. Oh wait, no. I’m still the high functioning zombie I was a week ago. But. I feel as if a weight has lifted. A year ago I had our youngest, Baby M. Maybe it’s just finally hitting that one year mark that has made me let go some […]

Oh, Girl.

Girl, I’ve got something to say: bragging about your child’s unmatched perfection is like standing on the top of a mountain in a thunder storm holding an umbrella– you may think you can see the world clearly but inevitably lightening will strike; your brain will be fried, your hair will fall out and you will […]