Beautifully written post about motherhood.

from @luckyorangepants

I am the keeper.

I am the keeper of schedules. Of practices, games, and lessons. Of projects, parties, and dinners. Of appointments and homework assignments.

I am the keeper of information. Who needs food 5 minutes before a meltdown occurs and who needs space when he gets angry. Whether there are clean clothes, whether bills are paid, and whether we are out of milk.

I am the keeper of solutions. Of bandaids and sewing kits and snacks in my purse. But also of emotional balms and metaphorical security blankets.

I am the keeper of preferences. Of likes and dislikes. Of nightly rituals and food aversions.

I am the keeper of reminders. To be kind, to pick up their trash, to do their dishes, to do their homework, to hold open doors and write thank you notes.

I am the keeper of rituals and memories. Of pumpkin patches and Easter egg hunts. I am the taker of pictures, the collector of special ornaments, and the writer of letters.

I am the keeper of emotional security. The repository of comfort, the navigator of bad moods, the holder of secrets and the soother of fears.

I am the keeper of the peace. The mediator of fights, the arbiter of disputes, the facilitator of language, the handler of differing personalities.

I am the keeper of worry. Theirs and my own.

I am the keeper of the good and the bad, the big and the small, the beautiful and the hard.

Most of the time, the weight of these things I keep resembles the upper elements on the periodic table – lighter than air, buoying me with a sense of purpose.

But sometimes the weight of the things I keep pulls me down below the surface until I am kicking and struggling to break the surface and gasp for breath.

Because these things I keep are constantly flickering in the back of my brain, waiting to be forgotten. They scatter my thoughts and keep me awake long past my bedtime.

Because all these things I keep are invisible, intangible. They go unnoticed and unacknowledged until they are missed. They are not graded or peer reviewed or ruled on by a court. And sometimes they are taken for granted.

My husband and my boys are kind and generous and they love me hard. And this is by far the greatest job I have ever had. But sometimes being the Keeper is exhausting. Because you feel like you’re doing it alone.

So to all of you who are keepers, I see you.

I know the weight of the things you keep.

I know the invisible work you do, which doesn’t come with a pay check or sick leave, is what makes the world go round.

I see you.

And I salute you.

#Love What Matters

Drop off outfits for busy moms

A few years ago a client in a ritzy neighborhood asked me to help her with drop off outfits – so she would look pulled together when dropping kids off at school. Having worn leggings pretty exclusively I was bit confused. I mean who dresses up before 9 am? But apparently some do. I used to laugh at moms who clearly didnt brush their hair, wore slippers and pajamas because surely-surely-surely there’s time to throw on those said leggings and attempt a quick ponytail!

Well, I am not laughing now. My 8 year old came home from school to inform me that every Wednesday she needs to be in school by 6:50 am. So I finally get to do this – for those who don’t know this is Theresa from Real Housewives of New Jersey. Hair extensions excluded she is keeping it real!


That’ll be me y’all. Though I am little stressed over finding slippers that match my pajamas. Even THIS look is not easy.

Neiman Marcus has something similar on sale for $109. I am almost tempted to get it just to see my husband’s face when I storm out of the house wearing this.


AND the faux fur booties are on sale at Bedhead right now for less that $25. It’s like the stars are aligning.


I am not making fun of those who actually do wear normal clothes. As a matter of face, I applaud you as I am seriously concerned that this athleisure thing will take over our lives. I do not want to go to opera or a nice dinner and be seated next to someone wearing stretchy pants and fleece top. And, ugh, I have already seen that! Wearing nice clothes (and brushing your hair) affects how people perceive you and how you perceive yourself, how confident you feel and even how powerful you feel.

For time being, I will be wearing awful lot of leggings (not see through, thank you very much) as I have little kids and a big house to maintain and I am hopeful every morning that at some point during the day, between drop-offs and pick-ups, kids activities and grocery shopping, cooking and gardening, I will find time to exercise. And bam, I am already dressed for that so time wasted. And while my husband doesn’t seem to mind (the leggings are pretty fitted, ahem), he told me the other night when I happened to wear jeans – thank you for making an effort. Which was a little sad.

How about you? PJs till noon? Coordinating sweater sets? Or something in between?