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Don’t Let Your Suitcase Call the Shots

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What’s one piece of travel advice you always follow?

Let’s talk about one of the best pieces of travel advice out there. It’s not original, but it’s definitely worth repeating: Pack half the clothes and bring half the stuff you think you’ll need.

I know, I know. What if it rains? What if you need that extra outfit? What if you suddenly decide you need a different look for every single activity?

Trust me, I get it! The temptation to pack for every possible scenario is real. Before you know it, your suitcase is bursting at the seams, you’re sitting on it to get it closed, and you haven’t even added your shoes yet.

But here’s the thing: how often do we actually wear everything we pack? Somehow, we always end up reaching for the same favorite outfits while those “just in case” clothes make the entire trip without leaving the suitcase.

And let’s not forget the shoes. Cute? Absolutely. Comfortable for a full day of exploring? That’s another story.

Packing light means less to lug around, less time digging through your suitcase, and more freedom to enjoy the adventure. Plus, you’ll have extra room for souvenirs, local goodies, and those adorable little treasures you definitely didn’t plan on buying.

So, the next time you’re getting ready for a trip, take everything you think you need… and then put half of it back.

Your back will thank you. Your suitcase will thank you. And you might even avoid that awkward moment at the airport when your bag is just a little too heavy.

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Ho Ho Hold On, I’m Shopping Early

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I am weirdly motivated to get a jump start on Christmas shopping, and honestly, I’m not even going to question it. I know Halloween is literally this weekend and Thanksgiving is up next, but my brain has apparently skipped straight to Santa’s workshop.

Also, when you’re bored at the house, what else is there to do besides casually browse Christmas gifts and convince yourself that adding things to your cart counts as being productive? Because at this point, I’ve done the browsing, I’ve filled the carts, and now all that’s left is to hit buy. My bank account is probably somewhere shaking its head, but that’s a problem for another day.

I grew up in a household where my parents started Christmas shopping in September for the bigger kids and by November for the little ones. My mom’s birthday is in mid-November, and she always said she wanted to be DONE shopping by her birthday. And honestly? Now that I’m an adult with a baby of my own, I finally understand the vision. She wasn’t being extra. She was being efficient, festive, and probably protecting her own sanity.

We’re also doing one last Christmas of spoiling the big kids (our nieces and nephews) before everything inevitably shifts to buying our baby girl approximately everything her tiny little heart could ever need. So let us have this one last hurrah before the baby fever takes over the Christmas budget.

And speaking of the baby, her only gift from us this year is going to be an inflatable chair I saw on TikTok that helps her sit up. Because apparently, at her age, sitting upright is a luxury experience, and we’re just out here investing in her development.

So yes, it’s not even November yet, and I’m already mentally wrapping presents. Some people have fall fever, some have Halloween fever, and apparently, I have a severe case of premature Christmas spirit. At least when December rolls around, I’ll be the one sipping my coffee in peace while everyone else is fighting for their lives in the stores.

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My Disney Kitchen

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What was your first ever videogame?

My first ever video game was called My Disney Kitchen but I called it Mickey’s Kitchen. I was only FOUR years old, and honestly, looking back, it might’ve been one of the most pointless games ever made… but to little me, it was EVERYTHING.

I have so many random childhood memories tied to this game, and the funniest part is that I can STILL sing the entire main theme song from start to finish to this day. Like, why is that information permanently stored in my brain, but I can’t remember what I walked into a room for?

I used to take my job as a chef SO seriously, making the biggest, most ridiculous meals imaginable, stacking up all the food like I was running a five-star restaurant, just for Mickey and Minnie to come along, eat ONE plate, and leave. LIKE HELLO??? I JUST SPENT ALL THAT TIME COOKING FOR YOU TWO AND THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GONNA EAT?!

And yet, I would happily sit there and do it all over again. There was just something so comforting about those old childhood games. No complicated storylines, no intense missions, no stress, no pressure to be good at anything. Just me, my little virtual kitchen, and the absolute joy of making food for two cartoon mice who clearly had no appreciation for my culinary skills.

It’s crazy how a game that seemed so simple back then can bring back so many memories now. The nostalgia is REAL. Tell me I’m not the only one who remembers this game, because I refuse to believe I was out here running a virtual restaurant all by myself.

PLEASE tell me what your first ever video game was, because I KNOW some of you have some childhood gaming memories that will unlock a whole different part of your brain.

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I Love the Idea of Being Productive

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Do you set personal goals for yourself?

I absolutely LOVE setting personal goals for myself. The planning? The excitement? The delusional confidence that THIS is going to be my year? Unmatched.

As we’ve all seen from my track record of not actually completing said goals, I think I’ve finally identified the problem. I love studying a goal, romanticizing a goal, making a whole plan for a goal, and imagining the person I’ll become once I accomplish said goal.

What I’m not loving so much? The actual meeting of the goal.

Apparently, I enjoy the planning stage of personal growth a whole lot more than the personal growth itself. At this point, I don’t need another goal. I need to start dating the ones I already have and maybe, just maybe, commit to one long enough to see it through.

Because right now, my goals and I are in a situationship, and I’m starting to think I’m the problem.

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God Forbid a Guy Has a Monster Obsession

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Which celebrity would you love to meet, and what would you talk about?

If I could meet any celebrity and just sit down and talk to them, I think I’d want to meet Guillermo del Toro. We would discuss his vision of the world and, obviously, his monster obsession.

I love the way he sees the world, especially when he talks about the religious trauma he experienced growing up Catholic. I feel like a lot of us can relate to that in one way or another. I mean, when one of the first things you’re taught is that you’re born in sin, you’ll live in sin, and you’ll die in sin, it does something to your brain.

And before you get in the comments going, “But Eryn, weren’t you raised Christian?” Yes, yes, I was. BUT I also have divorced parents. My mom is Christian, and my dad is Catholic, so I got to experience both sides of that religious upbringing. A little sampler platter of religious trauma, if you will.

There’s something so touching about Guillermo del Toro’s stories about growing up, especially when he talks about his grandmother disapproving of the gothier things in his life. You know, the monsters, the violence, all the things that make Guillermo del Toro Guillermo del Toro. And his response was essentially, “Okay, then take all that out of the Bible.”

LIKE, HELLO? THAT IS SUCH A SLAY.

Because honestly, have you read the Bible? There are monsters, violence, horrifying imagery, and enough questionable behavior to keep a horror writer employed for generations. But somehow, his fascination with monsters was the problem?

I just think the more you learn about Guillermo del Toro, the cooler he gets. He has this way of looking at the things other people fear or consider monstrous and finding something beautiful, human, or even sacred in them. And I love that.

Maybe that’s why his work resonates with me so much. Sometimes the monsters are easier to understand than the people who are supposed to be good.

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Boobs, Babies, and a Never-Ending Laundry Pile

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Hello and welcome to Maybe Eryn Is the Worst Mom Out There, where I question my abilities as a mother while trying to keep a tiny human alive.

We got to see the doctor yesterday, and baby girl is officially ONE MONTH OLD!!! Woohoo! We made it through our first month without any major issues, aside from plenty of crying. So, you know, milestones! We’re officially one month into this whole parenting thing, and I’m still very much figuring it out as I go.

We’re still kind of breastfeeding, but every day is a battle. I’m happy that she’s starting to drink from the boob more than the bottle because that’s what I wanted, but also, FUCK! I would like to have my body to myself for five minutes. Apparently, I wanted to breastfeed, but I didn’t fully comprehend what that meant for my daily life.

Staying home 24/7 is killing me. We’ve left the house a few times, so it’s not like I’ve been locked inside this entire time, but I’m bored, tired, and still not completely settled in. And I will say this forever: it’s not my home. I’m trying to adjust to living here, taking care of a newborn, and figuring out my new life all at once, and I don’t think I’ve quite found my footing yet.

I’m also looking at jobs, because apparently I don’t have enough going on already.

I’m starting to understand why some women begin to resent their partners after having a baby. For me, it’s the little things. I don’t get to shower every day. I don’t get to brush my hair every day. I barely get to eat a full meal without having to stop and take care of the baby. Meanwhile, my husband can shower, eat, and go about his day without having to plan everything around a newborn.

I can’t even drive right now because I’m recovering from my C-section. I can’t just leave the house to hang out with friends or have a little time to myself without having to figure out what to do with the baby. And while I love my daughter, I miss being able to do basic things without them turning into an entire production.

But enough about me. Let’s talk about the baby!

First, she has cradle cap. I’ve seen people say that breast milk and Aquaphor can help get rid of it. Is that actually true, or is this another one of those things the internet swears by? I’m genuinely curious because I would love to know what works.

Then she pooped blood after straining, and she had diarrhea after we changed her formula. All of this happened within the last week. ONE WEEK. Apparently, motherhood comes with a new thing to worry about every other day, and I am exhausted.

I’m tired 24/7. And you’d think that living in a house full of people would mean I’d somehow manage to get more done. Surely I could clean our room! Surely I could do our laundry! There are other adults in this house, and yet somehow I’m still struggling to get basic things done.

Nope. I have a Velcro baby.

She wants mom and mom only! She’s gotten to the point where she wants to be held constantly, and while I love holding her, I would also love to accomplish something without having to put everything on pause. Our room needs cleaning. Our laundry needs doing. I need to feel like a functioning adult again.

I’m thinking about trying babywearing to see if that helps me get some things done. Maybe I can finally organize our room or tackle the laundry while she’s strapped to me. Or maybe I’ll put on the carrier, get absolutely nothing done, and spend the entire time staring at her because she’s cute.

Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past myself.

And can we talk about how much I hate all the baby books I’ve read? Because I feel like I tried to prepare myself for motherhood, and now that I’m actually here, I’m still Googling everything and questioning whether I’m doing anything right.

The books can tell me about milestones, feeding schedules, and sleep patterns, but they don’t really prepare you for what it’s like to be home all day with a baby when you’re still recovering from major surgery, you’re exhausted, you barely have time for yourself, and you’re trying to figure out how to fit your own needs into this new life.

I’m happy she’s breastfeeding more because that’s what I wanted, but now I’m also trying to figure out how to get anything done when she wants to be attached to me. I’m trying to adjust to living somewhere that doesn’t feel like home yet. I’m looking at jobs. I’m trying to keep up with household responsibilities. And I’m doing all of this while running on what feels like approximately three minutes of sleep.

Sometimes I genuinely wonder if I’m doing a good job or if I’m somehow the worst mom out there.

I love my daughter more than anything, but motherhood is HARD. And I think sometimes we put so much pressure on ourselves to be good moms that we forget we’re allowed to struggle with the adjustment, too.

Anyway, that’s where I’m at right now. One month into motherhood, still breastfeeding, still exhausted, still trying to get settled, and still wondering how other moms manage to do literally anything besides take care of their babies.

So, fellow moms, please tell me: Does it get easier? Does babywearing actually help? And when do you start feeling like a person again instead of just a milk machine with a never-ending to-do list?

Because I love my baby, but I’d also really like to take a shower and finish a load of laundry.

Is that too much to ask?

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Guinness, Greenery & Genealogy

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What’s a country that’s at the top of your bucket list?

The country at the top of my bucket list is obviously my namesake: Ireland.

Eryn means “from Ireland,” so naturally, I have to visit the place my name is connected to. I’ve shared before that my name is Gaelic/Irish in origin, derived from Éirinn, the dative case of Éire, the Irish name for Ireland. So, in a way, visiting Ireland feels like a little homecoming to a place I’ve never actually been.

Of course, I want to visit some of the more touristy spots, like Blarney Castle & Gardens, the Cliffs of Moher, and Kylemore Abbey. But I also want to explore places that might be a little less well-known, like Navan and Inis Cathaigh.

And let’s be honest, I also want to visit an unreasonable number of Irish pubs. I want to wander into the cozy little pubs, soak up the atmosphere, listen to the music, and enjoy the kind of experience that makes you want to stay for just one more song. Is it even a proper trip to Ireland if I don’t spend an embarrassing amount of time admiring the pubs? I think not.

More than anything, I want to visit because I have Irish roots, and I’d love to learn more about where I come from. There’s something special about being able to connect with the places, history, and culture that existed long before you did. I want to learn more about that part of my family’s story and experience a little piece of the world that feels connected to my own.

And honestly, how could I not want to visit a country that’s practically written into my name? Exploring castles, taking in the scenery, learning about my roots, and hopping between Irish pubs sounds like my kind of adventure. Ireland has been at the top of my bucket list for a reason, and I hope I get to experience it for myself someday.

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My First Mommy Horror Story

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October really is the month of horror. The spooky season is upon us, and apparently, I’m living in my very own mommy horror story.

Baby girl has been struggling to poop, which I’ve learned is apparently pretty normal for newborns because they’re still figuring out how their little bodies work. Imagine being a tiny human who has just entered the world and already has to learn how to use the bathroom. Honestly, relatable.

Well, she finally pooped. And when I say she pooped, I mean she had the biggest poop of her entire little life. A real milestone. A moment worth celebrating. Except, naturally, motherhood decided that one poop-related victory was enough and immediately had to throw a plot twist at me.

Her next, smaller poop had blood in it.

BLOOD.

And now I’m looking at every diaper, wondering if there was blood in the previous ones and I just didn’t notice because I wasn’t feeling great myself. Nothing says happy October quite like becoming a full-time diaper detective.

Meanwhile, I had taken DayQuil because I was feeling under the weather. From what I understood, it was okay to take while breastfeeding, and we’re actually doing pretty well with breastfeeding these days. We’re kind of exclusively breastfeeding now, which is exciting! Yay for us!

But also, WHAT THE HELL.

Now, I did wonder whether the DayQuil had something to do with what was happening with her poop because the timing had me side-eyeing that little bottle of medicine like it personally betrayed me. However, I called the 24-hour doctor line, and they told me the DayQuil and the poop issues were unrelated. So, apparently, those are two separate problems, and I can stop trying to connect the dots on that particular mystery.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t make the situation any less stressful.

Day one: blood in the poop.

Day two: the most acidic-smelling poop I have ever encountered in my entire life. I swear, it smells SO BAD. And now every time she farts or seems to need to go to the bathroom, she screams like she’s being personally victimized by her own digestive system.

My poor baby.

And me? I’m over here trying not to spiral while mentally replaying every single thing I’ve eaten, taken, touched, or breathed near this child. Welcome to motherhood, where your hobbies apparently include Googling poop, inspecting diapers, and wondering whether you accidentally did something wrong.

I called the 24-hour doctor line, and they said we didn’t need to rush to the ER right now. We also have an appointment scheduled to see her doctor because I absolutely want to get to the bottom of what’s going on.

I’m trying to remind myself that babies have all kinds of weird little things happen while their bodies figure out how to function. But knowing that something can be common doesn’t magically make it less terrifying when it’s happening to your own baby.

Especially when you’re a first-time mom and every new experience feels like an exam you didn’t study for.

So that’s where we are right now. Waiting for the doctor’s appointment, watching her diapers like a hawk, and hoping my sweet girl feels better soon.

I wanted a spooky October. I wanted Halloween movies, cozy blankets, hot cocoa, and chilly weather.

I did NOT ask for a horror movie in which the main character is a newborn, the villain is her digestive system, and the jump scares are happening inside her diapers.

Motherhood, you are doing entirely too much.

And it’s only October.

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My Biggest Hater Is Apparently Me

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What’s one thing you know now that would have saved your younger self a lot of pain?

Something I wish I could tell my younger self that would’ve saved me a whole lot of unnecessary pain is this: believe in yourself a little bit more.

Seriously. Girl, give yourself a chance.

I’ve spent so much of my life not believing in myself that I think I’ve accidentally made it a personality trait. I’ll get excited about something, consider doing it, maybe even take the first step, and then immediately start talking myself out of it because, well, what if I fail? What if I’m not good enough? What if I put myself out there and nobody cares?

And instead of finding out what happens, I just… don’t try.

It’s a special kind of self-sabotage when you’re the one standing in your own way, holding the door closed, and then wondering why you never made it to the other side.

I think about how I took the PSATs in high school and even signed up for the SATs, but never actually took the SATs. I don’t remember every little detail about why I didn’t follow through, but looking back, it makes me wonder how many opportunities I’ve talked myself out of because I didn’t believe I could do it in the first place.

And it’s not even always about being afraid of failure. Sometimes, I think I’ve already decided that someone else is more qualified, more talented, more interesting, or simply more likely to succeed than I am. So why bother?

Except… why not bother?

I don’t have to be the best person in the room to deserve to be there. I don’t have to know I’ll succeed before I try. And I certainly don’t need to reject myself before anyone else has even had the opportunity to consider me.

Which brings me to my second point: TopHost.

I signed up for TopHost because the opportunity to win a six-part podcast series sounds like an absolute dream. And apparently, I was so convinced I wasn’t going to win that I didn’t even share the link. Not on my blog, not on social media, nowhere.

Do you know what’s even funnier? I literally watched myself go from 9th place to 23rd place because I wasn’t sharing the link or asking for votes.

Like, ma’am. You were in NINTH PLACE. And instead of taking that as a sign to keep going and get people excited about this opportunity with you, you just sat there quietly expecting what, exactly? A miracle? The judges to discover you through the power of positive thinking?

Make it make sense!

And honestly, this is exactly what I’m talking about when I say I self-sabotage. I want something, I get excited about the possibility, and then I convince myself it probably won’t happen anyway. So I don’t put in the effort I could, and then I watch the opportunity slip further away.

The worst part is that I can’t even be mad about dropping in the rankings when I barely did anything to help myself. I can’t expect people to vote for me if they don’t even know I’m competing!

Voting is almost over, but I’m finally sharing the link because I’m trying to get better at this whole believing-in-myself thing. Will I win? Probably not. I mean, I’m trying to be realistic here. But the point is that I don’t actually know that. And even if I don’t win, at least I gave myself a chance instead of quietly disqualifying myself before the competition was even over.

So, if you have a second, I’d be incredibly grateful if you voted for me!

https://tophost.org/2026/eryn-hart

And maybe this is your reminder, too. Maybe there’s something you’ve been wanting to try, something you’ve been putting off, or an opportunity you’ve convinced yourself you’re not good enough for.

I’m not saying you have to become the most confident person in the world overnight. Lord knows I’m still working on that myself. I’m just saying that maybe we can stop assuming the answer is no before we’ve even asked the question.

Believe in yourself enough to try.

You don’t have to be certain you’ll succeed. You just have to stop deciding you’ve already failed.

Because honestly? I’d rather try and find out it wasn’t meant for me than spend the rest of my life wondering what might have happened if I’d just believed in myself a little bit more.

Here’s to getting out of our own way. We’re already dealing with enough nonsense out here without adding ourselves to the list.

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A Tire. A Murder. Absolutely No Explanation

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What’s the weirdest movie you’ve ever watched?

Spoiler alert! Actually, not really, because I genuinely don’t remember what this fever dream of a movie is even about. It’s called Rubber, and I couldn’t tell you what year it came out without looking it up. I just know I watched it in high school, so it had to be before 2015.

Anyway, the movie is about a tire that kills people. I THINK. Guys, I genuinely don’t remember much about this movie other than the fact that we’re watching a literal tire going around doing things. It doesn’t talk, it’s not animated, and it’s not even the hero of the story. It’s just a tire. A murderous tire.

And somehow, somebody sat down, came up with this concept, got people to fund it, and made an entire movie out of it.

I don’t know what else to tell you. It’s weird. It’s so weird that I still remember watching it years later, even though I couldn’t give you a proper explanation of what actually happens in it.

Honestly, I have questions about what was going on in my head when I decided this was something I needed to watch.

Sooo……I looked it up it’s an independent French horror comedy from 2010. And the tire’s name is Robert.