Kristi Pahr

I have a confession to make. Target, meh. I’m just not that into it.

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.

I found my first gray hair when I was 12 years old. Twelve. I had gray hair before I had a period.

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

My version of self-care is a little less “best life” and a little more “no life”, but it works for me.

I think we can all agree that there is some messed up stuff happening right now.

It seems like everyone is an introvert these days.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

I’m frazzled, y’all; I’m a mess. I’m a basketcase of anxiety and stress and I need to chill.

My parenting mantra is: "Do your best and hope he doesn't turn into a sociopath." And I guess that's really all we can do, because if we're honest with ourselves, I think none of us really know what we're doing.