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When I first started this blog, my life was busy. So busy that I wondered why I started the blog in the first place. Things got busier. I wondered when I would ever find the time to make a pretty blog post ever again. I would type, edit, read, repeat and then not post because I didn't have approximately 800 beautiful pictures like the other bloggers do to go along with it. However, after a lot of overthinking, I came to the conclusion that I wanted to write a blog; not have pretty pictures on every post to make people read it. So, here's a blog post. With one picture. I'm peachy. Just peachy. So, for those asking and for those wondering, this is what I've been up to. Sit back, grab a glass of wine, and just read.
My life is busy. Whose isn't? If you're an adult over the age of 22, your life is probably busy. I'm not here to dictate whether your life is busier that mine or not. We all have our own crap that we're dealing with and working towards...you know, total adult crap. Being that I chose to put my life "out there" online for the world to see, I have been getting a lot of "where've you been?" contact with friends, and even strangers.
My last blog post was several weeks ago. I made the commitment to blog once a week, but sadly, I put the good ole blog on the back burner after that last post. Why? Well, this is the post that'll tell you what's been going on.
I have a full-time job. It isn't the blog or posting on Instagram (despite what you may think!). I'm an Account Manager for an urgent care company in which I've been a part of since I graduated from college. That's right! I know it's unheard of coming from a millennial, but I've been with the same company for multiple years. A great mission, a great boss, some great co-workers, some tears, some late nights, some traveling, some extensive brain cells, and a whole lotta grit has made me stick with this company. What do I do there? Well, I spend a whole lotta time talking about urine. And people falling out of chairs. And crunching numbers. And typing. It's a complicated role. What you need to know is that this job helps pay for bills and provides health insurance for my family. Um, we need me to have this job. Is it the dream job I dreamed about as a young 18 year old entering my freshman year of college? Ha, nope. I didn't even know this job existed. However, this job takes priority out of all of my monetary jobs. You'd think it's boring. I find it fascinating. However, I'll spare you.
I am a wife. I have been married for seven years. I met my husband when I was 17. We did NOT date until much later in life, (despite what my mama thinks, even after all this time. I swear, Ma, nothing happened!) but I truly believe that a cosmic, yet religious force brought us together. We are NOT perfect, but we are perfect together. That means that sometimes we will fight until we are blue in the face. But, it always means we will fight for our marriage no matter the circumstances and the hardships we may or have already faced. This also means that we make a point to respect, compliment, love, live with, teamwork, and date each other on a regular basis. We budget for date nights out, we plan date nights in, we work around each others' schedules, we pray together, we get mad at each other, we make up together, we parent together, and we MAKE. IT. WORK. TOGETHER. This in and of itself feels like a part time, hell, even sometimes a full-time job. But, it's totally worth it. Marriage is hard, y'all.
I am a mom. My sweet babies take up a lot of my time. Duh.
Clark is 4. He is sweet. He makes me laugh. He tests my patience. God bless him.
Sloan is 19 months. She's a little princess. She's inquisitive. She's a diva. God bless her.
My kids are in daycare full-time. I say this in all seriousness...this makes me a better mom. I enjoy working and my kids enjoy going to school. Whether you're a SAHM, a single mom, a mom with grown children, a mom who works full-time, any mama reading this can attest to these things:
When they're not with me, I miss them. And they're always in the forefront of my mind. Their well-being, wondering if I'm effing them up, wondering if their sunscreen is toxic, wondering how much Mac-n-Cheese is too much, wondering if my son will remember and be scarred that he saw me naked this morning while exiting the shower, wondering if they drank enough water, or wondering if they will grow up to be serial killers. C'mon. The thought has crossed your mind.
This alone makes it hard being a parent.
Not to mention, managing their schedules. T-ball, soccer, dance, playdates. It's an art, really.
They test your patience. You end up with poo under your fingernails. You countdown the hours until bedtime.
At the same time you also want to freeze time. You want to remember the exact moment when they say "Mama" for the first time. You want to hang onto the most beloved newborn outfit. You sleep stalk examing every inch of their resting bodies. You think about quitting your job so that you can be a part of every single moment of their young lives. Thinking, "Do we really need health insurance?...Oh, shit, yes we do."
SNAP BACK TO REALITY.
Plus, that health insurance that is covered by my full-time job has been especially important with all of the doctor appointments we have had. Oh, all of the doc appointments! In Sloan's 19 months of life, from DAY ONE...no for real, ever since I peed on a stick...she has been put (and put the family) through the wringer. I blogged about my rare and crazy pregnancy here. Most recently, an allergy to peanuts and an allergy to sunflower seeds were discovered the hard way.
Sometimes you think that that SuperMom instinct and adrenaline isn't real, (remember that "myth" of the Mom who lifted a car to save her child underneath it?) but then you have moments like the one that I had during a scary moment of crisis during an allergic reaction, and then you become a believer. If being a SuperMom was an Olympic sport, I'd have a few :::bites on a gold medal::: gold medals. Oh, speaking of biting things...Sloan also chipped her front tooth. Cool.
"Just a cosmetic fix, Dr. Dentist? Then she will live with this until it falls out."
"Sorry, baby girl. You will look like a redneck for a little while." Ps, the snaggle-tooth has grown on me, and now I find it endearing. Maybe it is my own way of coping with it.
Regardless of all of the doctor appointments, my main job for my kids is to simply be their Mom. I shall throw out the to-do list and dress up like a pirate. I shall build blocks to knock them down. I will hold them while they nap and drool on my shoulder. I am their inner voice. The snugs, playfulness, and giggles zero-out all of the craziness of things that need to be done. So, I didn't blog this week...well, I did let Clark stay up late so that we could build a fort and read books under a flashlight. I consider that a win.
I am Mom, but you know what? I'm not afraid to admit that I've got a whole lot more going on that Mom Life.
Clark is 4. He is sweet. He makes me laugh. He tests my patience. God bless him.
Sloan is 19 months. She's a little princess. She's inquisitive. She's a diva. God bless her.
My kids are in daycare full-time. I say this in all seriousness...this makes me a better mom. I enjoy working and my kids enjoy going to school. Whether you're a SAHM, a single mom, a mom with grown children, a mom who works full-time, any mama reading this can attest to these things:
When they're not with me, I miss them. And they're always in the forefront of my mind. Their well-being, wondering if I'm effing them up, wondering if their sunscreen is toxic, wondering how much Mac-n-Cheese is too much, wondering if my son will remember and be scarred that he saw me naked this morning while exiting the shower, wondering if they drank enough water, or wondering if they will grow up to be serial killers. C'mon. The thought has crossed your mind.
This alone makes it hard being a parent.
Not to mention, managing their schedules. T-ball, soccer, dance, playdates. It's an art, really.
They test your patience. You end up with poo under your fingernails. You countdown the hours until bedtime.
At the same time you also want to freeze time. You want to remember the exact moment when they say "Mama" for the first time. You want to hang onto the most beloved newborn outfit. You sleep stalk examing every inch of their resting bodies. You think about quitting your job so that you can be a part of every single moment of their young lives. Thinking, "Do we really need health insurance?...Oh, shit, yes we do."
SNAP BACK TO REALITY.
Plus, that health insurance that is covered by my full-time job has been especially important with all of the doctor appointments we have had. Oh, all of the doc appointments! In Sloan's 19 months of life, from DAY ONE...no for real, ever since I peed on a stick...she has been put (and put the family) through the wringer. I blogged about my rare and crazy pregnancy here. Most recently, an allergy to peanuts and an allergy to sunflower seeds were discovered the hard way.
Sometimes you think that that SuperMom instinct and adrenaline isn't real, (remember that "myth" of the Mom who lifted a car to save her child underneath it?) but then you have moments like the one that I had during a scary moment of crisis during an allergic reaction, and then you become a believer. If being a SuperMom was an Olympic sport, I'd have a few :::bites on a gold medal::: gold medals. Oh, speaking of biting things...Sloan also chipped her front tooth. Cool.
"Just a cosmetic fix, Dr. Dentist? Then she will live with this until it falls out."
"Sorry, baby girl. You will look like a redneck for a little while." Ps, the snaggle-tooth has grown on me, and now I find it endearing. Maybe it is my own way of coping with it.
Regardless of all of the doctor appointments, my main job for my kids is to simply be their Mom. I shall throw out the to-do list and dress up like a pirate. I shall build blocks to knock them down. I will hold them while they nap and drool on my shoulder. I am their inner voice. The snugs, playfulness, and giggles zero-out all of the craziness of things that need to be done. So, I didn't blog this week...well, I did let Clark stay up late so that we could build a fort and read books under a flashlight. I consider that a win.
I am Mom, but you know what? I'm not afraid to admit that I've got a whole lot more going on that Mom Life.
I'm a fitness instructor. This is a loaded title. I've been coaching group fitness classes for about 4 years. I coach at two different gyms. One gym is brand new, (that 1 year anniversary is coming up though!) so you can imagine all of the ups, downs, and zig-zags that have occurred there. If it wasn't for the incredible leader and women at that studio, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have had the courage to keep going with this blog thing. You ladies rock.
The fitness instructor status has snowballed into allllll kinds of certifications. It's like tattoos. Once you get one, you must get MORE! Let's get certified in a bunch of other things. Let's get certified to certify others in things. OKAY! #truestory PS. I also did get a tattoo. Crazy times, I tell ya.
You may have seen my blooper videos on some of my other pages. These blooper videos were part of a 10 week process to become a Master Trainer for a BeachbodyLive format-PiYo. This required lots of tasks/videos/studying/deadlines, etc. This was a huge time commitment. It wasn't all for nothing, because I'll be hosting my first instructor event on September 28th. Just spreading that PiYo love!
Because I didn't have enough going on, I thought it would be time to get my Personal Training certification through the National Academy of Sports Medicine (NASM -PT). Sure, why not?!
Something had to give. And that thing was the blog. As much joy as it brings me to type out feelings, new recipes, mom things, and any other random thing I want to share with the world, these other things became a priority.
My full-time desk gig pays the bills.
I want to remain married to John.
The snuggles are the things my babies will remember.
My part-time fitness job keeps me healthy-mentally and physically.
There will never be a time that I am not busy. I love being busy. It's the new happy. Being busy is what I do, re-prioritizing will always be necessary because of that fact. I'm almost back to blogging regularly again. Until then, folks...stay busy. Let's keep in touch.
The fitness instructor status has snowballed into allllll kinds of certifications. It's like tattoos. Once you get one, you must get MORE! Let's get certified in a bunch of other things. Let's get certified to certify others in things. OKAY! #truestory PS. I also did get a tattoo. Crazy times, I tell ya.
You may have seen my blooper videos on some of my other pages. These blooper videos were part of a 10 week process to become a Master Trainer for a BeachbodyLive format-PiYo. This required lots of tasks/videos/studying/deadlines, etc. This was a huge time commitment. It wasn't all for nothing, because I'll be hosting my first instructor event on September 28th. Just spreading that PiYo love!
Because I didn't have enough going on, I thought it would be time to get my Personal Training certification through the National Academy of Sports Medicine (NASM -PT). Sure, why not?!
Something had to give. And that thing was the blog. As much joy as it brings me to type out feelings, new recipes, mom things, and any other random thing I want to share with the world, these other things became a priority.
My full-time desk gig pays the bills.
I want to remain married to John.
The snuggles are the things my babies will remember.
My part-time fitness job keeps me healthy-mentally and physically.
There will never be a time that I am not busy. I love being busy. It's the new happy. Being busy is what I do, re-prioritizing will always be necessary because of that fact. I'm almost back to blogging regularly again. Until then, folks...stay busy. Let's keep in touch.