Lately, I've found myself volunteering to mow our yard. Shortly after having our second daughter, the pandemic hit, and the voluntary quarantine we put in place for our newborn quickly became strongly encouraged by government officials. We weren't going anywhere anytime soon. I needed to get out of the house. So, escaping for an hour to take over a productive task like mowing seemed like one of my only options.
I do enjoy it, but I still find myself looking through the window when I can to check on my husband and kids. I feel selfish for needing to get out, but I'm also frustrated that I feel obligated to be productive at all times.
Is this self care? Stepping outside...
I cried after I dropped my son off at daycare this morning. It isn’t his first day. It’s his fifth day. He cried, so I cried. Mom guilt hit me full force. I sat in the parking lot for a while after bringing him inside, reminding myself how important this new journey is for both of us. I’m finally able to work consistently and help my husband with the financial responsibilities of our family. As for Junior, he is getting much needed therapies and social interaction with his peers.
This is good, but it doesn’t make it easy.
I know it is, but it doesn’t change the fact that my chest is still tight hours later, and I can’t get...
Double, two, duo, pair....TWINS
Let’s start from the beginning::
I found out I was very early (4 weeks) pregnant in January of 2016 at a doctor’s appointment. I didn’t know anything was different. We had decided we wanted to try for baby number two so we were excited. We took a trip around 7 weeks pregnant. I was so sick. We had to slip our secret to our friends we were visiting because there was no way I’d be able to hide my exhaustion and green hue! I outgrew my clothes and had to buy maternity clothes during that 10 day trip. I kept telling my husband that there was something not right with this baby. He assured me that it...
Let's break it down.
A waitress walks around her restaurant offering samples of a new lemonade they just started offering.
You see, the boss told her if she offers the lemonade to as many people as she can, it’s more likely she’ll find a few who love the lemonade and keep coming back for more. The more that come back, the more money the restaurant makes…and this means a Christmas bonus for the waitress.
The waitress really needs this job. It’s out of her comfort zone, but she’s willing to give it a try. How hard can it be? After all, she really loves lemonade.
She approaches your table.
“Hello. Would you be interested in trying our new lemonade? It’s so good, and...
The past week has been a hard one for many Louisianians who are dealing with the destruction left behind from Hurricane Laura. In the days leading up to the storm when we weren’t sure where it would make landfall, I, like many, was glued to the TV and social media waiting for updates. As I scrolled through Facebook, I saw several variations of the following post:
This got me thinking. Even though I have lived in Louisiana my entire life and have been through my fair share of storms, there hasn’t been a serious hurricane in our area since I’ve become a mom. Growing up (and even as a young adult in college), my parents handled any and all storm...