Taylor Halfpenny, born and raised in Las Vegas, NV, is a wife, mother and author of the blog Ticking Time Momb: Motherhood Exposed.
With a thick layer of sarcasm, and a lot of brutal honesty, Taylor exposes the truth about motherhood by sharing her personal, unfiltered stories about navigating mom-life.
It turns out, motherhood isn’t all rainbows & sprinkles & butterflies like everyone on social media makes it out to be. Because of these unrealistic expectations, moms are feeling isolated & alone.
By being transparent & honest about the struggles of motherhood, Taylor hopes her writings will help other moms realize they aren’t alone in their chaos. She hopes to encourage moms to be more honest with one another, & to never be afraid to admit their weaknesses.
“Motherhood turned me into a time sensitive explosive while the Toddler is running around with the scissors which he’ll use to cut the wrong disarming wire.”
- I Am The One Who Has To Live In My Head | Mental Health Awareness MonthIf you’re someone who’s struggling with a person in your life who suffers from severe depression, this one’s for you❤ If you are the one in suffering, I hope that you pass these words along to help provide clarity to those in your life who are having a hard time accepting or understanding your mental … Continue reading I Am The One Who Has To Live In My Head | Mental Health Awareness Month
- Mom RageIs mom A) planting rose bushes or B) digging dad’s grave? The answer is C) Both. Let’s talk about anger for a second. I’m sure with a name like Ticking Time Momb, it won’t surprise you when I say I suffer from Motherhood-induced anger. To be honest, I’ve always been a bit of a hot … Continue reading Mom Rage
- Late to School Pickup: The Perspective of That Very Late, Very Tired MomSo yeah, there’s a lot of things we do as moms and dads that we just don’t talk about. We all make mistakes, and for me, this was one I was not proud to admit. But after I told a handful of moms who have been moms a lot longer than I have, they all had their own version of “I didn’t pick my kid up on time.” Every single one of them.