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To My Husband

To My Husband

To My Husband,

I promise it’s not you… It’s me…

You see it goes like this… All day and all night I am touched. My body is not my own right now. It seems our 4 month is always latched on or attached to me somehow and our two year old waddles behind me all day touching my bum and wanting up.

By the end of the day, I have been spit up on, barfed on, drooled on, had snot wiped on me, worn a little breakfast on my sleeve, and now am covered in dinner because someone was “helping me” all without a shower because I just didn’t have time in my day.

I have been pulled on, dragged by the hand to turn on the TV, laid on, and slept on since the moment I woke up this morning.

I don’t remember the last time I actually felt pretty because who feels pretty when they are pregnant and then after a baby you just still feel fat because nothing fits quite right. On top of that who has time to paint their nails, or shave their legs, or put on makeup or do their hair? Certainly not me…

By the end of the LONG day of taking care of kids the last thing I want is to be breathed on, touched, or laid on because I have been touched all day. My body is currently not mine. It is shrinking back to normal size as well as fulfilling the purpose of feeding our child.

Every morning when I wake up I make the decision that today is going to be the day when I show you all the affection in the world when you get home from work and I can show you just how much I love you, but then reality hits, and the last thing I want to do is show any more affection or stay up even one minute later after the kids go to bed because I am tired, mentally and physically.

So I ask you to please just be patient with me. Please continue to love me even when I push you away. Continue to take me on dates even though at first I complain that I have to put on real clothes. Continue to try to kiss me even though I turn my cheek the other way. Continue to grab my hand when you want me to hold yours… Continue to love me through this stage of our life.

I promise I want you to touch me and snuggle with me in bed and hear all about your day. I promise my love for you grows each and everyday, even though I might not always say it or show it. I promise my world would be incomplete without you in it. I promise I miss you when you are gone and can’t wait for you to come home each day. I promise that one day I will be back to wanting to be touched, wanting to hold your hand, and wanting to be constantly kissed by you. I promise I love you more than I can say and express, and one day when I feel like myself again I will show it. So in the meantime please know that I love you more than anything and just be patient with me.






Mom Life, My Life

Finding the Perfect Balance


Finding the Perfect BalanceDo ever feel like you are the tug of war rope being pulled every which way trying tomake everyone happy? Do you struggle finding a balance between kids, your spouse, volunteering, cleaning, and time just for you? If you are like me you can’t even make it to the bathroom by yourself and you walk around with half painted toe nails because you don’t have an extra 5 minutes.

As moms we naturally put EVERYONE and EVERYTHING before anything we do for ourselves. And let’s be honest there are not enough hours in a day to get everything done, so we go without taking care of needs or desires. Can I just tell you how many days I have gone without a shower because I just didn’t have time? Ok… So maybe I won’t tell you… 🙂 Getting time each day, even if it is 5 minutes,  for ourselves is a must to escape mom funk! But how do we do find this time when we already feel pulled a million different directions? We learn to balance our time a little differently.

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Mom Life, My Life

Planning With a Purpose

Planning with a PurposeAs much as we would love to tell ourselves that we don’t need a plan, but in all actuality  we do! This plan helps us to stay on track and helps us fulfil our purpose. It also allows us to get more things done each day.

At the beginning of each day I reflect for a few moments on what I want to accomplish that day. It might be as simple as take Talie to the park to play or as difficult as get the shed painted! By coming up with what I need to do and what I want to accomplish allows me to go through the proper steps to make this happen through a plan.

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Recovering From Mom Funk

How to Recover From Mom FunkAt some point in each one of our lives we have all fallen into mom funk, day in and day out we get through the days just going through the motions… We get up. We get the family ready.  We clean the house; some of us go to work. We run errands. We take care of our toddlers and babies while the bigger kids are at school. The big kids come home from school and we help with homework, run to sports practices, music lessons, etc  and then it is up to use to make dinner and then shoo the kids off to bed so that we can collapse in bed and do it all over again. During the day did we do anything for ourselves? Did we have fun? Did we have the thought of I wouldn’t change this for anything? If you answered no to these questions you might just be suffering from mom funk, so how do you recover from mom funk and learn to love life again?

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Proud to Be An American?

Proud to Be an American?-2This last weekend my heart broke when I heard the news reports stating that the National Football League players had decided to kneel for the National Anthem rather than stand with their hands over their hearts. This comes after America is choosing to remove history from our country with the removal of statues of some of the great men who fought so very hard to protect our country. This comes as we become a divided nation wondering if whites and blacks are treated fairly and equally or if we simply oppress black people. This week I have come to these conclusions: 1. We stand as respect, to honor, and to remember. 2. We have monuments to remember the moments and to learn from the past so that we don’t commit the same mistakes. And 3. We are only a nation as divided as we choose to be.

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How I Became the Worst Mom in the World

I have come to the conclusion that I am the worst mom in the world. It all started last weekend when #2 deemed he had a Chigger bite on his face. I told him to not scratch it and we all moved on with our day. Sunday was busy going to church and getting a million things done. By Sunday night I noticed my son’s chin from across the room, “Was that a big giant zit?” I told him to come here so I could look at it…

It certainly looked like a zit. I told him it was gross, it needed to be popped and that he really needed to clean better because what almost 11 year old has zits?!

I made him lie down so I could squeeze it… Have I told you I have a love for popping zits yet?

I gave it a good squeeze and the most disgusting pus came out… I kept squeezing, pus kept coming, and #2 kept screaming because he’s a tad sensitive. I realized we were going to have to come back to this….


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Kids, Mom Life, parenting

30 Things Every Mom Should Tell Her Sons

As we get closer to #1 and #2’s birthdays I start to realize that the years are flying by all too quickly. I remember bringing them both home from the hospital and the joy they brought into my life. I also remember the hopes and dreams I had for each one of them when they were little. My hopes and dreams have not gone away, but have changed a bit over the years. Throughout the years I have realized there are certain things we need to teach and tell our sons before it is too late and they are gone. These are the 30 Things Every Mom Should Tell her Sons.

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#5s Birth Story Overcoming Trials the First Week of Life Part 3

On Sunday, we had to go back to the hospital for his weight and jaundice level check, which is usually done at your Peds office, but with it being 4th of July on Tuesday everyone seemed to be closed so we had to go back and visit our hospital friends. We checked in and immediately they started to try and draw more blood from his foot…

Now after about 40 pokes in the last couple days I was a little sensitive to them taking more blood from him, especially since the order said that they would test his bilirubin levels with the head scanner! If something doesn’t seem right, always ask! Which I did! And after they reviewed the orders they determined we were not supposed to test his levels through blood because he had never failed the test.

We met with the nurse and she did a weight check first. His weight had dropped a little, but not enough to be concerned. Then she checked his bilirubin levels. She pressed the scanner on his forehead and checked the number… She looked perplexed; she checked it again. #5 was now jaundice according to the reader. She said she had to go talk to the doctor that was there.

She came back and said that doc ordered a blood test for the bilirubin levels to get an accurate number and she then informed me that the doctor wanted a sugar reading as well. What?!  I thought we had moved on from that!

The good news was he barely passed his sugar levels test; the bad news was he barely failed his jaundice test. Continue reading “#5s Birth Story Overcoming Trials the First Week of Life Part 3”

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#5’s Birth Story Overcoming Trials the First Week of Life Part 2

We were guaranteed a 48-hour stay in the hospital based on being strep B+ and not getting all the antibiotics administered in time, so we got comfortable. The first full day we were there it was glorious; we were visited by family and friends and celebrated our healthy baby boy.IMG_9143


The following day #5 went off to get circumcised and for his pediatrician check. While he was gone I took a shower and got ready for the day. Then it happened…

The nurse rolled #5 back into the room and asked, “has he been jittery at all lately?” Thinking back I didn’t recall that he was any more than any of my other babies… She then dropped the bomb that he had low sugar levels and we were now going to have to test him before every feeding to see where his levels were. We would have to pass three consecutive tests…My heart dropped, how could this have happened?

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