Remember my post with a list of little things you can do to take care of yourself, even when you have zero minutes and maybe next to no help? Here it is: https://www.badmomscanada.com/single-post/2017/04/19/Taking-Care-of-1 Well, over the last year I decided to take that a step further – but it didn’t happen until I hit what I like to call, mama rock-bottom. I won’t go too much into detail about that rock bottom, but I will in another post, another time. The Bad Moms blog sta

Anxiety almost ruined my life. What began as postpartum depression, turned into postpartum anxiety, and it lasted for six years. For six years I suffered terribly. At the time, I didn’t know what was wrong. I knew that I didn’t feel right. I knew that I felt like I was out of control. I knew that I felt guilty and ashamed and that I couldn’t do anything right. I believed that I wasn’t a good mother. I believed that people didn’t like me and didn’t want to be my friend. An

It’s a long hard slog back to yourself after having kids. Let’s be honest, do we ever make it back? No of course not, not really. The reasons why are obvious and yet it’s oh so easy to tear ourselves up trying to. It’s funny because the mental changes are so permanent that it’s completely futile to think your brain can go back to what it was before having kids given all that has changed. So why is it that with our bodies the same rules don’t apply? ‘Tighten it back up!’ one o

**I wrote this post over a year ago, but I still read it once and a while to remind myself of the message. Before a vacation with my hubby sans-children that I so badly needed, I was coming to the end of my rope sanity-wise. Between birthing my second babes in January (then promptly going back to work about one minute later), dealing with some very crazy post-birth health issues, having some more health issues in the fall, losing one of the most important women in my life, mo

Here they are, all 10 of them. ............ .................... Ok ok, just kidding. I'm not really going to bore you with my resolutions list for the year. Can we go ahead and maybe do some collective resolutions that have nothing with going to the gym, or swearing off sugar for life, laying off the Netflix... blah blah...something else that when the days get long and you've been momming hard for too many hours in a row, some goal that completely flies out the window? Inste

#maternalMHmatters I believe that we are all on our own journey, in life and in motherhood. My journey happens to involve a terrible struggle with postpartum anxiety and postpartum depression after the birth of my daughter. At times, it was debilitating. I won’t go into detail here, as it will take many blog posts to tell that story. What I will share is that it was very difficult for me to talk about, to admit to myself that I needed help, to ask for help, to accept help

After I had my first baby, I lost myself. I forgot who I was. I stopped doing all of the things that made me me; all of the things that made me feel special and important. I was un-recognizable to myself. I don't know if there was some pre-programmed idea in my head that once you become a Mommy your children are the only things that matter; or if it was that I was too much of a control freak to be able to take a step back and let someone else be in charge for a while so t

You know those Saturday mornings – the lazy ones where you let the television occupy your toddler? Where you ply them with snacks and juice just so you can SIT and surf social media and have some downtime? But you know when you do this and it hits you…You’ve got those hornies and haven’t had a good pony ride in at least a couple weeks? You look over at your husband who has been fighting a morning rod for the past hour, all disheveled, and comfy looking in his Roots track pant

What I learned is that it’s not something you should do….at any point, no matter what weird masochistic inclination might be nagging at you to check your shit out, I beg of you…don’t do it. It will haunt your dreams. There are a few universal truths in life…paying your taxes blows, you will watch The Shawshank Redemption every time it’s on tv, and never ever touch your vag within 1 week after giving birth…possibly 2 if you’d like to avoid a panic attack that a small pudgy w

It seems as though there has been a movement lately amongst women, specifically mothers, towards an increased awareness of the importance of self care. Great, right?! Seriously. So good! It's about time that women started to understand the importance of self care. The benefits of it are undeniable. For me, this is an area where I really struggle. In fact, I down right suck at caring for myself. I often find myself pondering over this, and questioning why it is that I am