My Favorite “Me Time” Indulgences

Can you tell I’m not a summer person? Just kidding. I have been MIA for a while and with good reason. Uh oh! Here comes the vent! It’s honestly been overwhelming with the kids, work, house things, outings, errands ever since summer started. I forgot how hard it was having two kids create chaos all day as opposed to just having my toddler with me when my preschooler is in school. Insanity!

As a little hello to my new-ish subscribers and a salute to my fellow parent bloggers, here’s how I survive admidst the chaos.

Books! Books! Books!

I’m never not engaged in a book. As soon as I finish one, I begin another. No intervals. If you’ve read things on my blog from way back you’ll see how drowning myself in stories and book worlds helped me escape from a lot, deal with a lot and conquer a lot. It’s no different today than it was back then.

Creating my own stories

At this point you’re thinking I’m a real party animal, right? On a serious note, it’s something that always came naturally to me. Weaving my own stories and characters and it takes a lot of the stress off my back so to speak. It’s a positive activity that I enjoy doing with all my heart and it helps me wind down from a long tiring day just as much as reading.

Thrift-store Book Hunting

Oh, that wasn’t a different thing than reading? I enjoy finding gems for a buck a piece. I feel like I hit buried treasure when I see hard backs in pristine condition and I almost feel guilty for paying so cheap for them.

TV Junkie

I don’t watch TV daily, a few episodes a week if anything but I do love to get caught up and engrossed in a good long running series. Few of my favs are Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, Vikings, Supernatural. What are some of yours?

Treat Myself to Something Extra

Whoever says money can’t buy happiness didn’t fully think that through. (Again just kidding.) It might seem trivial to some but a lot of parents would agree with me on this. We sometimes enjoy a nice fancy dinner or sometimes just splurging on a favorite make up product does the trick.


This seriously is one of my favorite things to do. I’m always planning things, from outings to redecorating to enhancing my own life. I am still a work in progress and I dedicate a lot of my spare time to working towards many goals. It might sound like a task but I feel proud when I accomplish something.

It’s not selfish to take a time out for yourself even though you feel guilty for doing it. The key to holding everything together is to take care of you first. Leave me a comment and let me know what are your favorite indulgences.

xo Kat

Why My Facebook Activity Has Declined Significantly

A few years ago I’ve started recognizing people’s lack of ability to respect others’ space even on a social media platform. I’d share entertaining posts, posts that related to me on a personal level, posts that made me angry or sad…basically I’d share my opinions on a lot of things.

I would think that MY profile is my own to do as I wish and it’s nobody’s business if they approve or not of what I post. But this isn’t the case. As the years progress, it’s getting even worse. Anything can offend anyone and believe me when I say everything offends someone.

I don’t check my notifications as often as before, actually I dread opening my app now. The bad news puts me off but it’s a part of life, something we can’t completely hide from. But it’s the stupidity and the ignoramuses behind their keyboards who feel like it’s their duty to dictate what the content of another person’s comment is. It’s the bullying, the shaming, the lack of respect for differences. It’s sickening to a point where I feel like I’d love to delete the app some day. But I do use it as a means to keep in contact with friends and family living on a different continent.

I’ve removed my children’s photos from FB now as I don’t even wish to socialize on that level. I don’t have strangers on my friends list either, it’s either people I’ve gone to school with or were acquainted with, and family. And yet it’s easier to use platforms like WordPress, Twitter, Instagram with a pseudonym and get my opinions across. People choose whether they want to read my content or not and move on. Ugh, I hate to rant in my first post for the week. Does anyone else have this problem with expressing your opinions and being attacked for it?

xo Coffee Doll

My “Brown Skin” Hospital Story

We live among more racist people than we’d like to believe and people are more racist than they let on.

I call these people silent racists.

Who are silent racists? I’ll detail my opinions in another post but the shorter version…well it’s people who appear to be accepting of all but they’re not really.

This story is not really racist story, it’s more of a racial profiling one.

So last year when I was just entering my third trimester, could’ve been between six or seven months pregnant, I had a bad tummy ache. The baby was moving strange inside of me and with every movement came excruciating pain. I thought I was going into labor. The pain was so intense I cried for two hours, then it hit me, this might be heartburn as the pain didn’t move to my lower abdomen.

I have really bad reflux and I have to stay away from a lot of foods, beautiful banana included. My body doesn’t process things the way it did a decade a go.(I’m almost 30)
I’m also diabetic so I don’t have a very unhealthy way of eating, lets put it like that.

So when my husband came home to stay with my older kid(2 years old at that time), I took an uber and went to the hospital. Being a pregnant woman, they sent me directly to labor and delivery emergency section. Up until this point I was still experiencing sharp pains.

So I got into their hospital gown, took vitals and told the doctor everything I needed to. I even took my diabetic medication and prenatal vitamins in the event they were causing something. I specifically told the doctor that I needed to see if all was okay with the baby and I mentioned my reflux problem. This doctor was a young doctor, part of someone’s team maybe and he was also brown.(just thought I’d insert that)

Nevertheless he wasn’t the “big” doctor. When she rolled in he told her everything, showed her my meds etc etc. From the time he mentioned the word reflux, she nodded and smiled then looked at me and asked me what I ate. So I answered noodles, which do have oil but it was one of the things that actually stayed down during my pregnancy. Being diabetic, I did NOT have a normal sized portion, just enough not to let my blood sugars drop.

So at that time she started nodding and telling me about the indian food that I eat. Without listening to what I was saying about my reflux problem and my diabetic problem, she went off on the spicy Indian food that I eat and the table cream we use in the food. I was racially profiled because of my brown skin. I was not born in India and my diet does not consist of anything Indian.

When I told her that I don’t eat Indian food, she looked at me and laughed in her non-American accent. “You’re Indian and you don’t eat Indian food? HA HA HA”
I missed the part where Indians can’t have a different diet other than their own and I also missed the part where this woman who appeared to be so informed about my life got her information from.

Just because I am brown, does not mean I was born in India and I continuously eat foods that make me end up in the hospital with reflux. And by the way, this wasn’t the first time that I ended up in the hospital with reflux. So my diagnosis was being brown and eating brown people food, no mention of a medication was made in my presence. I was given a consolation ultrasound because I insisted on knowing if all was well with the baby and then I was discharged.

When I asked the young doctor about what I should take for the refux, he didn’t know what to say really. I had to ask him if I should take what I usually take and he kinda went along with it.

And that folks was my brown skin hospital story.

Disclaimer: This is a part of storytime. It’s not meant to have a proper conclusion.

xo Kat

Dog Sh*t In The City (Mom Rant)

If you live in a city setting where a lot of pet owners don’t adhere to the rules, you’re going to one day step in or roll your stroller straight over dog poo.

Always pushing a stroller in one hand, and holding another kid’s hand in the other, I don’t always remember to turn on my dog sh*t radar. Every morning as I walk my preschooler to school, we meet and greet piles of dog sh*t on our way. It’s genuinely one of the most disgusting things you can lay eye on early morning when you’re hustling to take your kid to school before 9am.

City livers know that everything is practically crammed together, and there’s not much of a sidewalk. Houses, apartment buildings and business are an arms length away and the sidewalks are always filled with people, and children. Why won’t you just pick your pet’s poo up, how hard is it?

Despite there being signs about getting fined for leaving dog sh*t on the sidewalk, people choose to ignore it. Now I am a huge pet lover. I’ve owned many cats and one dog in my pet owning life, therefore I know how inconvenient it is to always maintain your let in the proper way…but that shouldn’t stop you. It’s not like I forget to change my baby’s diaper because I’m not in the mood too. If you’re going to own a pet, please take care of a pet in the proper way and pick it’s poo up.

Double check yourself, if you can’t maintain owning a pet in a city area. Seriously!

I get that using a plastic bag may be disgusting to many people, but there are things called pooper scoopers. As a concerned parent who lives in constant fear of losing one of her kids in a big ole pile of dog sh*t on our way to school, I ask of you to please pick up your dog sh*t.

xo Kat