Keep In Mind…

As I cleaned my kitchen this morning after everyone was off to school and work, taking SmallHouse-fixed-300pxadvantage of that fresh morning burst of energy I’m experiencing in my second trimester, I couldn’t help but think….

These clean pots will sit in the right side of my double sink (the right side is for clean pots in the process of drying, the left is for dirty dishes and washing… duh!) probably until it’s time for me to use them again, in a few hours or so. Sure, I would love to have my stainless steel sink empty and shiny and gleaming with pride just in case anyone decided to visit, by some miracle, but the reality is that people live here, in this house. So, the reality of this lived-in kitchen is that, that will most likely not occur… ever, and that’s ok.

For anyone ever considering coming into my home, keep in mind that this house is lived in. Sure, I would love to have a spotless stainless steel fridge, but several hands open and close that fridge several times on a daily basis as they seek out nourishment, including mine. I do clean it (because God knows it would look MUCH, MUCH worse!), but little fingerprints and random smudges will always find their way onto that stainless steel surface because…. this house is lived in.

Sure, I would love to have my bathroom sink shinning a magnificent glow of sparkling white perfection, but keep in mind that this house is lived in. I clean that beautiful white sink every morning, but there will always be dirty hands that need washing several times throughout the day, most likely resulting in little drops of water or soap here and there, a smudge maybe. All because… this house is lived in.

Sure, I would love a perfectly tidy laundry room, but the reality is that this house is lived in so, expect my laundry closet to look used… because it does get used… a lot…. EVERYDAY! I wipe off the surface of those hardworking machines regularly, but keep in mind that they will most likely have laundry draped, thrown, or folded on top. There may be some type of detergent spill or drip or drop on top of one of those majestic machines… because well, I wash with detergent EVERYDAY! The point here is that I wash… EVERYDAY… because this house is lived in.

Sure, I would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE squeaky clean, beautiful, shiny floors that I can walk barefoot over without EVER feeling a single crumb or particle of dirt, but the reality is that there are several feet that I adore that walk up and down, in and out of this house constantly. They run and play through this house; they jump, flip, and fight in this house. And I’m thankful for every single day those feet are blessed to return to walk through this house and it’s floor. This house is lived in.

So, if you ever decide to pay our home a visit, keep in mind that this house is lived in. It does get cleaned, but it is lived in… and that’s perfectly ok.

When Mom’s Loose Their Sh*t!

Like most SAHM’s, I don’t generally watch television because… well, there just isn’t enough time in the day, but I do check my email and browse my FB at least once a day (mainly as an outlet when I’m needing a break from the monotony that can be my weekday), somewhere between kitchen cleaning duties and checking under my children’s furniture for mysteriously hidden dirty laundry.

I recently stumbled upon an article posted in the Parents section of, in regards to a piece done on the Today Show to promote the new Bad Moms Christmas movie starring Mila Kunis. Kunis spoke to the show and was quoted saying, “I literally drove myself crazy with my first kid.” I must admit that upon reading this one little line, I kind-a, sort-a laughed… a lot… inside.

I didn’t really have to read anything else in that article or interview to understand what she meant. Inside, my heart was just saying, “I know,” in that warm, soft, understanding tone that you would use when trying to console a friend.


I tell everyone that going from zero children to one is a BIG deal! I personally think that the adjustment of going from zero to one is the biggest and most difficult adjustment. That first baby has the potential to drive us women sh*t crazy and change us completely to where we don’t even recognize ourselves anymore!

One minute you’re barefoot and carefree not bothering to waste a dime on antibacterial anything. Suddenly, the next minute you’re clinically OCD and trying to control the universe!

I remember all too clearly the pressure and stress I put myself under as a first-time mom and I see it all the time in other moms. I didn’t want too many people touching my baby. I didn’t want people coughing or sneezing in the same room as my baby. I didn’t want my baby to put ANYTHING in its mouth that wasn’t my nipple. I didn’t want my baby’s hands to touch ANYTHING because we all know where babies hands end up. I didn’t want my baby to cry. I didn’t want my baby to touch the floor… ever. I didn’t want my baby to share toys because sharing toys equals sharing germs. I tried to schedule everything perfectly and keep it consistent – feedings, outings, naps, baths, bedtimes. Breastmilk exclusively, no tv, natural, organic, homemade baby puree, early exposure to books, classical music, etc…

It was CRAZY!

Needless to say, I remember that time as being VERY difficult. The worst part is that I remember being incredibly stressed, on edge. I remember being grumpy, moody, and let me not even get into how critical I was with my husband (poor thing); he couldn’t do anything right so, I just had to do it all myself.

I think every mom can relate to these things to some extent. We all go out and buy the most expensive diaper and wipes brand for the first kid. We all stress over so much stupid and irrelevant crap with the first kid. Some mom’s never even recover! I know women whose friends just claim plain and simple, “she just changed… didn’t used to be like that… I don’t know what happened.” Well, I know. I know because I’ve been there and done that. However, most of us do snap out of it… THANKFULLY!

I really can’t say for sure what it was that got me over that “crazy” hill, but after my second was born, I decided that my sanity was more valuable to me than the germs on the floor that might give my child a cold, but most likely won’t kill her. It was SO different with the second and  we put so much less pressure on ourselves with each child because we live and learn. Ahhh… the beauty of wisdom!

I realized that germs don’t necessarily kill (most of the time) and everyone is happier when things aren’t so perfect. I learned to breathe, relax a bit, and let things play out. I learned to let my kids explore and figure things out for themselves. I learned to take care of myself and value my sanity above my need for perfection. I admit that it doesn’t happen automatically and I still have to be intentional about my intent to be more ‘relaxed,’ but it’s made me happier with myself. It’s made me a happier mom and I think it’s healthier for our kids when they are given some space to figure things out for themselves.

So, Mila Kunis, I KNOW! I’ve been there too and if I weren’t pregnant right now, I’d raise a beer to that perfect little line!


You Know You’re Pregnant When…


If you don’t already know, I’m currently pregnant with my third little tyrant! It’s a bit surreal for me because although I thought I wanted a large family, after actually having two, I realized it probably wasn’t for us. We had a boy and a girl and everything seemed perfect… that is until we found out it apparently wasn’t perfect yet?

Anyway, this pregnancy has me thinking of some funny one liners that continue to circulate in my head inspired by some jokes made popular by Jeff Foxworthy (he’s a comedian y’all!). You see, I grew up watching Jeff Foxworthy’s comedy skits where he made popular a set of one-liners that always started with “You might be a redneck if…” He was always adding new jokes and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s still coming up with them!

Well, this pregnancy has me telling myself, “you know you’re pregnant when…” So, I came up with what I think is a fun idea (I hope I’m not the only cheesy one out there that thinks this could be fun!). I decided to dedicate a whole page on my blog to this stuff and call it… guys what?!

“You Know You’re Pregnant When…!”

I’ll add some of the things I’ve come up with, but want other moms to help come up with some good stuff! I can’t wait to see what kind of hilarious things we moms can come up! Please go ahead and visit my “You Know You’re Pregnant When…,” page, go through the funnies already there and feel free to leave your comments! Don’t forget to leave your ideas for new one-liners in the comments section and I’ll go ahead and add them to the list with your info for props!

*It has been brought to my attention that there seems to be difficulty leaving comments directly on the “You Know You’re Pregnant When” page. I’m working on getting it resolved, but until then, feel free to leave your funny right here, down below!

Have fun!


The Knockout!

So far the second trimester has been pretty awesome. Its had its ups and downs, but as expected, it’s turning out to be the best one of the three!

For the most part, I’ve felt great now that the nausea and difficulty eating has gone. I still experience exhaustion every now and then, but nothing like what it was like during the first trimester! Oh, that exhaustion!

It really is difficult to explain feeling like you’ve been hit by a massive truck, struggling to keep your eyes open, and when you finally lie down, the feeling of not being able to move, much less get back up! I know for some it seems a bit exaggerated or over dramatic, but seriously, it is JUST like THAT!

I struggled staying awake while driving in the afternoons during that first trimester, and with two other active kids involved in sports, there was a lot of driving that I needed to do! It was horrible.

Now, the pattern for me seems to be that I wake up feeling great and ready to tackle as much as I can until about 4:00pm. It all goes straight down from there… literally! Evenings are not my friend! I struggle through the rest of the day after that point. I usually try to fit in a short nap somewhere between 1:00pm – 4:00pm, which really seems to help me get through until about 8:00pm, but after that, have your war helmets ready! I get cranky when tired, and based on my observations of others, I don’t think I’m the only one. However, pregnant tired is a completely perfect mixture of physical and mental exhaustion. The pains come and the patience goes. The only goal is: GET TO BED!

I’m taking it day by day. Some days are better than others. I have two kids who come home from school in the afternoons needing help with homework, needing to be driven to practices, and needing individual time for talking, study, or whatever (there is ALWAYS something!). Some nights practice goes all the way until 8:00pm (yes, this is a discussion for another post)! So, evenings can be tough, but I breathe, turn on my diffuser at home, inhale my calming oils (ALWAYS need calming in the evening), and try to get things done as simply and quickly as possible so that we can all get to bed… well, mainly me!

I’ve found early to bed, equals early to wake wonderfully and ready during this pregnancy. Last night, for instance, was one of those extremely exhausting evenings, even though my schedule that afternoon had been relatively calm and easy. When my husband walked through the door just before 9:00pm, I was DONE! I could not stay up to tuck kids in, make sure hubby ate, or put away any leftovers; I could not stay up to shower, brush teeth, or wash my face. I was D-O-N-E! So, I went to bed and experienced the great knockout! I KNOCKED OUT until 7:00am this morning! I have to say, I really enjoyed how well I slept and I woke up thinking about how few of those great nights sleep I have left! I refuse to feel guilty about my almost 10 hours of great sleep because guess what?! This isn’t my first time around this merry-go-round and I know how uncomfortable that last trimester is, especially when it comes to sleeping with that giant belly that has a life of its own! I know how bad my sleep is about to get! I also know how little sleep I’m going to get when BabyG#3 finally arrives! oh, I remember! So, no! I will not feel guilty! I know how much the world around us LOVES to make us moms feel guilty, but guess what? I will enjoy!

…And Here We Go!

I’ve been meaning to start this for a few months now, but thanks to baking a new bun in the oven, I’ve either been a bit distracted, a bit busy, or just plain exhausted! However, as one of my favorite sayings go, “better late than never!” So… here I go!

I’m pretty excited to share the things that go through my head and the chaos that is my life. I happen to think it can be pretty funny and interesting, but then again, now it’s up to you to decide. I’m currently 19 weeks pregnant with my third little tyrant…yay (I think)! I’m particularly excited to share my progress (or survival) through this pregnancy and why I’m choosing a more unconventional, in my opinion practical, approach to all of this baby stuff.

I also plan to share things that I love at the moment, things that work for me, and anything I find interesting pertaining to the modern administration of home and family. SHOULD be fun! Try to keep up!