I'm a middle of the night momma. I know ever creak and buckle in the floor. Each door that whines as you open and close it. How to meander quietly, silently throughout the house, to check on my peeps. To make sure my tribe of babies is safe, comfortable, cozy, asleep. While they rest, my… Continue reading I’m a ‘Middle of the Night’ Momma
"Mooommmmyyy!!" My toddler sobbed from the kitchen while I was finishing up in the restroom. She came toddling into the bathroom, crying, with her tiara covering her eyes. Though a hilarious sight to see from my standpoint, I reassured her everything was okay, and readjusted her crown. She could see the world again. This past… Continue reading Straightening My Crown & Learning to be Human
It has been quite awhile since my last post. With so much going on in the world, my heart has been heavy, and words have sat in my throat, ready to choke me, yet, not seeming to be enough or do enough. They have seemed empty, hollow. I tend to shy away from political agendas,… Continue reading Joy in the Mo(u)rning
Blueberry pie. Clearly, this is not a homemade pie. In fact, it's a 'I give up' pie. What's even better? I'm the one who ate the only missing piece and I didn't even want pie. Today started off pretty good, with morning mommy cuddles in bed. But, then, the tantrums started. My toddler threw a… Continue reading Pie and Grace: Life Lessons in Quarantine
Today, I was the mean mom for countless reasons. And tonight, I feel like a terrible mom because I always hate seeing my kid's face melt into sad tears, whether fake or real, when she is upset.
I made one of the best purchase recently. I found latex-free multi-purpose reusable cleaning gloves. This may seem like a silly or non exciting purchase, but let me explain why it is so important to me. See these hands? They are worn and withered. They are broken, bloody, and rough like leather. They aren't pretty… Continue reading A Pair of Gloves is One of the Best Purchases I’ve Made
There are attributes I applaud from each of you, and aspire to be, and yet, I celebrate being uniquely myself because I am a mom, a woman, an example.
Its naptime in our house, and I know I need to rest. That's my self-care. Being pregnant, and in the third trimester means that rest is important. But, my anxiety tells me other things are more important. Even as I lie down, my mind races, making mental check lists and scheduling things that probably won't… Continue reading My Anxiety Doesn’t Allow Me to Stop
My husband and I had our very first date on Valentine's Day. And, let me tell you, it wasn't romantic at all. We had been building our friendship before we decided on a date. And,when we did decide to go on a date, we both agreed that February 14th would work with absolutely no pressure… Continue reading Our First Date was on Valentine’s Day, and We Don’t Celebrate
Do you have control issues? I know I do, especially when it comes to things done around the house. If we had a dishwasher, I'd want my husband to load it a certain way. I have to trust that he would so it 'right.' But, we don't, so I have a never ending pile of… Continue reading Chores, Control, & Toddlers: Learning to Trust God in the Process