You lost your shit again didn’t you? You start every day bright eyed and bushy-tailed, with a new promise to keep it together…and then you’re trying to get everyone out the door and no one is listening to you and why can’t they just BRUSH THEIR FUCKING TEETH WHEN THEY’RE TOLD, and WHY ARE THEY PLAYING WITH LEGOS WHEN THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING DRESSED...and there you go again.
You lost your shit again.
And the thing is, you love your kids. You love them so much that when you finally drop them off at school, you sit in the car crying because you feel like the worst. mother. on. earth.
Why didn’t anyone tell you motherhood would be this hard?
Why didn’t anyone tell you you would feel this overwhelmed all the time? And lose your shit every fucking day??
I feel you, Mama. Like, way down deep, I feel you.
I’m mom to a super-smart, funny, amazing, and amazingly challenging 11-year-old boy who climbs walls, watches TV on his head, eats breakfast standing on a chair, and gets distracted by 6,956,927 things on his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I’ve spent nights crying while looking at his innocent sleeping face, because just moments before I was screaming at him like a banshee.
I know the guilt and sadness. I’m not a parenting expert who just studied this shit in school, but has never had to deal with it in my life. This isn’t theory to me. I’m actually in the trenches with you every single day, and through my own exploration, studies, and 20 years of personal development work, I’ve developed a proven system that helps moms stop losing their shit on their kids, so they can get on with the business of being a parent—and a kickass, happy human being.
Here’s the thing, Mama: Motherhood is fucking hard. We keep a million balls in the air (that most people don’t even see—ahem, husbands, partners, friends-without-kids). Society levies unreasonable expectations on us every single day, and we hold ourselves (and other women) to standards that no one can possibly reach. We cannot possibly be all things to all people, and while the equilibrium is shifting in many households, we’re nowhere near the societal tipping point we need to get to.
And it’s killing us—individually, and collectively.
And while we’re slowly dying on the inside, we’re taking it out on our kids—every single day.
My mission in life is to help women stop losing their shit on their kids, and go to sleep at night knowing that they kicked ass in the parenting department that day.
And when you’re able to rest that well, you’ll have the energy to devote to all the other cool shit you want to do with your life—and with your kids.
To find out how I can help you you raise the most awesome kids ever, click here.
Here’s something else I want you to know:
In this day and age when anyone can call themselves a life coach, I want you to know that I take what I do very seriously. I am highly trained and supremely qualified to help you. I spent 2 ½ years training in various coaching modalities with two of the top training organizations in the world (CTI and CRR Global). I have worked with, and been trained and mentored by, some of the top coaches in the industry. For the last couple of years, I've coached Fortune 500 Executives in communication, presentation skills, and emotional intelligence, and have helped countless women improve their relationships, and find happiness and peace within themselves—and within their families.
I think this matters, because I want you to feel confident putting your trust in my expertise.
Random (and possibly cool) shit you might wanna know about me:
- I share custody 50/50 with my ex, who is an amazing father to our son.
- I was raised in New York City in the 1970s and 80s. It's not as glamorous as it sounds.
- My parents were both actors, and I spent a lot of my childhood backstage, on Broadway and on the road, hobnobbing with some really famous people.
- My dad changed my diaper in the Oval Office under Nixon, and left my poop-filled diaper in his trash can. We're all really proud of that.
- I have a photographic memory for where shit is. I’ve never lost an earring, an earring back or a sock in the dryer (#truestory), and I can find ALL the Lego pieces.
- I am obsessed with true-crime shows, and know more about serial killers than anyone really should.
- I will kick your ass in an Ikea or Lego assemble-off. Little stick dudes really do it for me.
- I was an actor for more than 30 years, starting with five years on Sesame Street and ending with five years on Grey’s Anatomy, with a lot of work in theatre and television in between.