Posted in Family, Made:, Mom Life

Faux Fireplace Redo

Uhhh. Smart people take ‘before’ pictures. Today I am not a smart people. ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ

If you need to imagine the before….think toddler chalk drawing chic with stuffed animals crammed in the opening. You’re welcome. ๐Ÿ˜‚

So here’s some ‘after’ pictures.

I’m not sure if I could cram anymore crap on this mantle but I’m sure I’ll try. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

#notaminimalist

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Posted in Mom Life, Writing

I love TV

Rant time!

Why does everyone hate television so much? There are constantly posts about the dangers of screen time. And I hear fellow moms admitting in a hushed voice that they like to watch a tv show at night as a form of self care. Taking an hour to themselves to immerse themselves in a world that is not their own.

Um. How is that a bad thing? How can getting immersed inside a character and living vicariously through them be something people should feel shame over? How is this any different from reading books? It’s smacks of ableism in my opinion. If you happen to have a brain that can sit down and devour 800 pages of a novel in one sitting…good for you! My sons would claw their eyes out if they had to read an 800 page novel. I would spend every single moment reading if I could. People find joy in different forms of stories. No one ever accuses someone of being a book addict, do they? There are no posts shaming ย people for immersing themselves inside a character and living vicariously through them when it is READING. Newsflash people. Those characters on the screen are WRITTEN by a flesh and blood person somewhere who just wants to pay their bills and share their stories with the world. Why can’t we just let people enjoy things?

I love TV.

I love reading.

Not everything is good or bad people. Go relax and enjoy your stories in whatever form you like. Binge watch that series. Read 10 books in a single day. Whatever floats your boat.

/end rant.

Posted in Family, Inspiration, Mom Life, Woo Woo

Reintegrating and life ainโ€™t easy

It’s been over a week since I returned from the Sovereign Rising retreat and I’m still out of it.

My beautiful babies wrote me this love note in the driveway and I ugly cried so hard. I missed them so much!

That’s the biggest thing I learned while I was away. I am so incredibly grateful for my family that the love tends to leak out of the corners of my eyes. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ข

I miss all of the wonderful women I met so intensely. I miss that amazing sense of community and acceptance. I miss the quiet of the Maine woods. I miss the freedom of not owing anybody a damn thing. I actually crave tent sleeping. Seriously. Who the fuck am I now? I have been all about non-country living for decades and now all I want is to be outside. ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ

I have lost my mom voice. I can’t even dredge up that deep scary voice that terrifies young children and adults alike. I’m tired of being scary. I’m still creepy as fuck but I don’t want to be loud with anything other than laughter. ๐Ÿ˜‚ #cackleoutloud

I have changed so very much from four days surrounded by nature and inspiring women. I am so much closer to ME. I look at my life and things are shifting…slowly.

This girl came back with me and I’m so glad I found her again. ๐Ÿ˜

Posted in Family, Mom Life

Die Mom Guilt Die

It creeps up in the worst moments. I will be having a grand old time playing with my kids. Or I will be relaxing in a rare moment of quiet. Then there it is: Mom. Guilt.

My thoughts go something like this. Is this how I’m supposed to play with my kid? Should the games we are playing be more educational? Why doesn’t my toddler know all her colors yet? What if I’m doing this all wrong? Why is playing with these damn dolls so fucking BORING? Oh no. I’m a terrible mom. I don’t like playing with my kids. Get out the pitchforks and torches. Force me to wear a scarlet patch on my chest. They are going to drag me into the center of town and throw rocks at me. I should feel grateful for every single moment I get to spend with my kids. They are a precious gift. Why am I rolling my eyes at my precious gift??? Why is my precious gift so damn hard to entertain? I know. I’ll just creep off for some quiet in the kitchen. I sit down at the coffee table with a freshly poured and warmed up cup of coffee. It’s quiet. My toddler is playing happily on the living room floor with her dolls. My boys are playing some video game or other. Have they played too much today? I haven’t seen them in three hours. I’m not monitoring them closely enough. What if there is a predator trying to get at them right this moment and I’m sitting here like an idiot drinking this cup of coffee. Maybe I shouldn’t drink this much coffee. I’m going to put this coffee cup down and go check on the kids. Spoiler alert: the kids are all fine and I’ve fallen prey to MOM GUILT. ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ

Die Mom Guilt Die

Why do I do this to myself? What possible evolutionary benefit did Mom Guilt offer? I’m sure while humans were scrambling for survival they weren’t so consumed with this bullshit.

My kids are fed and clothed. They have tons of shit to entertain themselves with. Too much STUFF sometimes but that’s another post. I’m so ready to punch mom guilt in the tit and ride off into the sunset with my kids in search of adventure without this ridiculous social baggage. โœŒ๏ธ

Posted in Family, Mom Life, Recipes

Momma-cino

I make myself the most hacked version of a Frappuccino you’ve ever seen. ๐Ÿ˜‚

There is nothing healthy about this but it’s pretty yummy and the caffeine and vitamins help me survive being a chaos coordinator. ๐Ÿ™Œ

Here is what it looked like today:

You know you want one! ๐Ÿ˜‚

Momma-cino Recipe:

Leftover Cold Coffee

1 Ensure/Boost/Whatev is on SALE

Whip Cream (optional…hahaha ๐Ÿ˜‰)

Directions:

Take the leftover cold coffee you’ve been saving in the fridge. (Did I forget to mention that I dump the remnants of coffee from the day into a pitcher in the fridge? Instant cold coffee! ๐Ÿคช)

Pour some cold dead coffee into a glass.

Pour an Ensure/Boost/Whatev was on SALE on top, maybe add milk. Maybe not. ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ

Stir your concoction.

Add whip cream to the top. Add straw. And don’t forget to add whip cream directly into your mouth. This is the MATURE adult thing to do. Trust me. ๐Ÿ˜‚

Drink this Mamma-cino and pretend you’re at a fancy coffee joint that doesn’t allow kids. (Minus the angry coffee slinger who insists on correcting you when you use the wrong terminology to order.)

I give this: โญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธ

Posted in Family

Miko

Miko will be 1 years old next month! How is it possible??? She’s grown so much. She is the smartest dumb dog. One minute she is calculating the exact trajectory of the next errant goldfish to come her way and the next minute she’s rolling off the couch because she wasn’t paying attention.

She basically housebroke herself because the boys weren’t taking her out enough. ๐Ÿ˜‚ย She started yarping and yodeling outside their bedroom door until they took her out. Now she almost never messes in the house. Miko’s bark sounds like a monkey being disemboweled. ‘Bark’ is a strong word. It’s more like the hyper whine of a prepubescent teen who’s voice is cracking. LOL

I’m so glad this 7 pounds of cuddles and attitude came into our life. She healed the broken pieces of my heart after the loss of Nemo a year ago. She’s a sassy badass who is hilarious in her antics. T is no longer afraid of dogs. G has a buddy who sleeps with him at night. B has a couch snuggle buddy. I am so, so grateful that the universe sent this beastie to us. ๐Ÿ˜