Guilt.

We've all felt it at some point. You took that last bite of food even when your pants begged you to stop. You told someone 'no' knowing you could have said 'yes'. You've told a little white lie: "I'm so tired from cleaning the house all day!" [what really happened] you sprayed the house with Febreeze, moved the basket of clothes to a different spot in the room, and shoved the toys in the closet. Your secret is safe with me. Eventually, our stomachs settle and…

I just want to first start off with a big 'thank you' to my parents for putting their sanity aside and bringing four children into the world---you're the real MVP's. I knew I was lucky, even back then, to experience everything growing up from birthdays to holidays to family arguments all with my [annoying] siblings by my side. I mean, I honestly believe my brothers' arm punches and the sometimes bothersome shadow--better known as my little sister--following on my heels, all…

Sleep is magical, refreshing, blissful, and--well, I don't quite remember because it's been so long since I've gotten first hand experience. Stick a fork in me I'm done. I can't...I just...sigh. Here's a complimentary backstage pass for a look into the goings on at the Repiscak abode, specifically at bedtime. Liam is sleeping like a normal 5 month old baby would, or at least, what I consider to be normal. What's that like you ask? Bed around 8pm, awake a few hours later,…

The day was absolutely dragging; Ella was mad at the world (nothing new these days). Liam was having an off day, thus spending his awake time perfecting the mood know as crabbiness--it's safe to say neither of the kids were feeling it that day. But we, the parents, were definitely feeling it: overtired, patience lost somewhere in the overflowing laundry baskets, and recurring headaches from Mickey overload. Just done with the day already. Oh lookie there, it's only…