Let’s Get Nuts

I have been crazy busy lately (or suffering from migraines, thank you baby in the belly…), so I haven’t been able to write as often as I would like. It makes me sad to think of my lonely little blog just sitting here, waiting to be filled with my sarcasm and curse words. So today, I’ve opted to recycle a post I published over a year ago. You don’t mind, do you? It’s not very nice to cop a ‘tude just because I’m re-posting stuff, you know that, right? So be cool, man. Be cool.


I find it very amusing (so much so that I giggle to myself on the regular) how drastically life has changed since I popped out 2 kids. I anticipated feeling “changed” after I got married, but nope, nothing. Except for my last name and the feeling of obligation to give the hubby a heads up if I want to spend $100+, things pretty much remained the same.

And then THEY came.

Isn't your heart just bursting?!

Isn’t your heart just bursting?!


Before them, living on the edge used to mean taking chances–bungee jumping, skydiving, and other crazy things I’ve honestly never done but would have at least considered (probably not) before having kids. Or at the very least, having 1 too many glasses of wine and drunk dialing old boyfriends.

Living on the edge meant owning 46 pairs of heels just because I could. Living on the edge meant risking a new do-it-yourself-hair color because reddish-purple was an appropriate hue for a young gal with no children. I’ve always been somewhat of a party animal. Try to keep up.

This morning, I saw an opportunity to recapture some of my crazy youth and I seized it:

Things are gettin’ crazy around here.


Yeah, that’s right: an open basement door that, for the past 3 years, has served as a familial Mason-Dixon Line for the sole purpose of tiny people’s safety. But not today. I resisted my initial instinct to sprint to it and throw my body across the threshold while screaming, “THE DOOR IS AJAR!!!!!!!!!” Nope. I saw that the bad boy was open and I said to myself, “Self, live large today. Go nuts. Shake what your mama gave ya. Carpe effin’ diem. Leave it OPEN.”

And because the kids are with grandma today I’m a bad ass who gets her kicks from taking risks, that door will remain open until the kids come home indefinitely.

Go big or go home I always say.


Originally published on WhenCrazyMeetsExhaustion on July 2, 2012.

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  1. I hope you’re feeling better soon, although I had never read this post and it’s funny because it’s so freakin true!!!! You are wild my friend. Wild.

  2. I know exactly what you mean–keep living on the edge my friend! At least until that new little one starts schootching on the floor. Then it’s back to business!

  3. BAHHAHAHAH! I saw that open door and yelled, “CLOSE IT BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT!” in my head. What HAPPENED to us??! ;)

  4. I do you the same thing with safety locks! We are such crazy parents. Who knew?

  5. “Familial Mason Dixon Line.” Ha! I have an idea. You should republish all of the posts from before I read your blog. Because that seems easier than for me to click through your archives.

    Hope the noggin is feeling better. That baby’s going to need a timeout immediately after birth if he/she doesn’t shape up.

  6. My basement is my “mom cave” during Halloween season. Nobody under four feet tall allowed. Also, “reddish-purple was an appropriate hue for a young gal with no children”? Ahem. ;)

  7. Oh how I missed your writing! So sorry about the migraines. My sister got them only early in her pregnancy and then they went away. I hope the same for you.

  8. Enjoyed reading this just as much the second time around. Feel better soon Stephanie.

  9. You are indeed one wild and crazy awesome risk taker! Whoot!
    (sorry about your migraines!)

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