Category: Living the Life

Remember when I told you about the Blissfully Domestic re-launch? They had a few hiccups along the way, but now the site is up and running smoothly. The ladies over at Blissfully Domestic are posting some absolutely great content and I can’t seem to stay away. They pretty much have a channel for every one of my interests so there’s always something for me to read. And what’s even better? I have my very first post up on the Creative Bliss channel today. You should go read it and leave me a comment. Really, you should. You don’t want to make me beg do you? I’m posting with some very crafty ladies over there and I want to feel like I belong.

(If you subscribe over at Getting Crafty, you’ve probably already seen the post because I cheated a little this time and used something I’d already written. I promise I won’t be duplicating posts every time. I was just a little short on time and craftiness this time around!)

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You all know about my Twitter obsession right? Well, thanks to Twitter I caught a message from Cass linking to this post.  Cass recently had a little scare and because of it, she is donating $3 per comment to breast cancer research.  But, that’s not the best part.  Her FH and Mom are matching it, so now $9.00 per comment is going to breast cancer research.

Breast Cancer is a very, very scary thing.  My mom is a two time breast cancer survivor and I live with the fear every single day that I will have to go through what she has.  But even worse is my fear that my daughter will have to go through it.  Wouldn’t it be amazing if we could find a cure before she has to worry about it?

This weekend my friend Amy is participating in the Portland Race For The Cure.  I’m sending her a donation today.  I’m so proud of her for doing what she can.  Now it is time for the rest of us to step up.

I want you to do two things for me today.  I don’t ask for much, but today I need your help.  First, go read Cass’s story and leave a comment.  Then, if you are able, go donate a few dollars on behalf of my friend Amy for the Portland Race For The Cure.  Every little bit helps.

Do it for your mom, your best friend, your sister, for me, for Evie, and every other woman and baby girl out there.  We can make a difference.

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I had my weekend all carefully planned out. I wanted to spend some time at home so I could read Twilight get some housework done, catch up on laundry, do a little sewing, and actually relax with my family. I also wanted to take the kids out to Deanna Rose Farmstead to enjoy the cooler weather and let Zach ride the pony now that he is finally old enough.

What I didn’t plan on was Zach being a total pain in the butt all weekend. He had been a little cranky lately but I figured we could work around it. Apparently I was wrong. It should have tipped me off when he wouldn’t settle down at dinner Friday night. It should really have tipped me off when we tried to leave for Deanna Rose Saturday morning and he threw a fit before we even got out of the door. I should have just stopped right then and called the whole trip off. But I had high hopes. I thought maybe once we got there he would cheer up.

Again, I was wrong. He was okay for little spurts here and there but we had several unnecessary meltdowns. I convinced him to try riding the pony, but after a very short trip he was scared and wanted to get off. That was fine. As we made our way back through towards the exit, we let him play on the playground for a bit and then planned to make our way to the petting zoo part before we left. It started sprinkling a bit so we decided we better get a move on but Zach wasn’t ready to stop playing (surprise, surprise!). Commence full-on tantrum. Eventually I picked him up to take him off of the playground and he decided to head butt me right smack on my nose. And then I became the mom who slaps her kid on the playground. Oh yes, that was a glorious moment.

I carried him to the stroller, strapped him in and we walked to the car with him screaming and everybody staring. It was enough to make me not want to take him out in public again until he’s 18. It was enough that I had to go get a LARGE Culver’s Oreo Concrete to eat on the way home even though I decided the day before to lay off the dairy for Evie’s sake. It was either that or large amounts of alcohol so I chose the ice cream.

When we finally got home we both settled down a bit. Evie, Zach, and I all got some much needed nap time in and had a much more enjoyable evening.

Sunday, the day I was supposed to stay home and relax clean, I ended up having to go grocery shopping. Then we went over to my mom’s to help her clean and pack away the pool for another year. We didn’t get home until after 9:30.  On the way home, I noticed a huge crack in my windshield that wasn’t there earlier.  Zach and Evie both fell asleep in the car so I was hoping to easily transfer them to bed so I could get some things done.

You all know how that worked out, right?  I carried Zach in and put him in his bed.  Sound asleep.  Hubby brought Evie in and as soon as he put her down in her crib she started crying.  I tried to grab her quickly before she woke Zach up, but apparently it wasn’t quickly enough.  A few minutes later Zach was up telling us he wasn’t tired.  It took until nearly 11:00 to get him back to bed.

Once I finally got him down again, I still had to get a load of laundry done, fix bottles for day care, pack a diaper bag, wash my pump parts, and dig out clothes for the kids to wear.

Once again, I woke up on Monday morning feeling more tired than I did on Friday afternoon.  It was actually a relief to go to work this morning, even though I got there a good twenty minutes late.  Maybe I’ll get my relaxing weekend next weekend.

Even though the weekend didn’t turn out the way I planned, I did at least get this picture that I absolutely love.

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Busy, busy, busy as usual so I’m using my 10 minute pumping break to do a brain dump as well.

The last few days have been nothing short of chaos in my house. Every day this week has seen me later and later to work, not only because my new haircut takes longer to fix in the mornings, but also because my kids and the Universe just don’t want me to get there on time.

This morning I fully intended to get up earlier so that I could get out the door on time. Then Evie woke up wanting to nurse right when I needed to get up. By the time she finished up I was 20 minutes late. Then I showered and got dressed only to discover that my favorite belt that I wear nearly every day was missing. I’m not sure if it sprouted legs and ran away or what, but was definitely missing. After a ten minute search I gave up thinking that I would just go without. Ten minutes later and I was back in my room searching because my pants were falling down. Finally found a substitute and started looking for shoes. Oh yeah, my favorite brown sandals busted while wearing them on Monday. Had to find substitute shoes too.

Once I was finally dressed, it was time to get the kids dressed. Guess what? The shirt I wanted Evie to wear? No where to be found. Finally, after digging through three laundry baskets I found it and got her dressed. Then I turn around and Zach (who was supposed to be getting dressed) is laying on the floor buck naked.

Get Zach dressed, take dogs outside, grab bottles, diaper bag, etc., and finally get in car at 8:34. Um, 8:00 is our goal leave time.

This has been our week. Every little thing seems to take way longer than it should.

That is why I’m kind of pondering how stable my mind was when I agreed to take the two kids BY MYSELF to the lake this weekend. Okay, so I won’t truly be by myself as my Dad, his wife, and my sister’s whole family will be there as well but not having Hubby’s extra two hands there to help is going to be difficult. It is amazing how much I rely on him these days.

I’m already kind of sad about leaving him behind. Not only because I’ll miss his help with the kids but because I’ll miss him. Well, that and I’m insanely jealous that he gets to stay home for three whole days without any kids. Do you know what I could accomplish with three whole days* to myself? A whole hellava lot, that’s what.

But I get three days at the lake to (sorta) relax with my beautiful kiddos and my family. Let’s just hope I’m a little more sane when I return.

*Yeah, right. Like I could actually leave my kids for 3 days? Not likely. I would die of sadness.

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