I Love My Family…BUT

I Love My Family…BUT

 

 

Whenever someone starts a sentence with ” I love my family, but”, you know whatever follows isn’t gonna be good.  In my case, it is true.  I love my husband, our two boys and three dogs with all my heart.  Chad is my best friend. He makes me a better person…blah blah blah…you have heard it before and you know exactly where I am going.  I am trying to justify what I am going to say  in regard to my family, without sounding like an ungrateful bitch.

But let’s do some REAL talk.

Why is it when couples have kids some crazy unidentified expectations come into play?  Why is it if HE watches the kids, he is babysitting.  Um,first of all, I didn’t have these babies by myself, and it seems like they are just as much YOURS?  How is that babysitting?  Am I babysitting when I have them 24/7?  No?   Because they are MY kids?  I call BS.

Mom or Maid?

Why there is dirty laundry on the stairs for three weeks before someone picks it up?  Of course, that someone is almost ALWAYS ME. Does no one else in this house see it or smell it?

My husband can cook which is a HUGE bonus for our family; but but as a result, every inch of the kitchen is covered with something sticky?

Why is it that NO ONE in this house knows how to do laundry except me?  Do we need to have Laundry 101?  And boys, your clothes do not magically go from the laundry room to your bedroom.  If you are running low on something, it is YOUR job to let me know.

Did you tell me you were out of underwear?  No?  When I ask for how long and you tell me three days, I am in awe.  eww!  No, I don’t want to hug you!  Get your butt in the shower!

Who taught you to put an empty box back in the pantry…and then question me as to why it isn’t full?  Did I know it was empty?  Of course not, you put it back in the pantry EMPTY!  If I don’t know it is empty, it doesn’t go on the list.

Um, football in the house?  I am pretty sure I told all of you to stop throwing the football in the house.  When something gets broke, it comes out of YOUR pocket.   well, crap, you just nailed me in the face and I am not sure how much that will cost you…good throw though, your arm is really getting strong!

Yes, you can have a puppy.  YOU are responsible for training and taking care of her though.  Fast forward two years and who walks her?  Feeds her?  Trains her?  Good question.

What’s a day off?

My husband lectured me the other day about wearing myself out.  He says I overextend myself and I need to stop doing that.

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What happens when you take a day off?

This is what I return to…

A never ending amount of dirty dishes that need to be done.

More laundry that needs to be washed and put away.

An alarming amount of vacuuming that needs to happen.

The kids didn’t get their meds.

Or family house is a fricken disaster.

There is no dog food.

And finally, the garage door is broke.

Consequently, I am exhausted.

So, why don’t we take a day off?  Because it is hard to relax when we know our work will have doubled in the time we nap.  Fortunately my husband is not fanatical about the house being spotless, if he was, he would need to hire a maid.  I am pretty sure that title wasn’t in our marriage vows.

Want to do something nice for me honey?

Just a thought, buy me this and take the kids to a movie.

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AHHHHHHHHHHH!  While you are doing that, I will enjoy two hours of silence with no one to create a disaster…except the puppy and her pals and I can sound them out with some loud tunes. Seems like a win win situation for all of us.  After all, when mom is happy, so is her family.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Little People

Little People

Being a parent is similar to walking on a tightrope.  You don’t want to overstep, loose your balance, or drop your ever important balancing stick.  You hope  you are providing your child with the tools to become confidant adults without losing your way.  It’s a great thing that when we do fall, there is a safety net of others to pick up our slack.

My two boys are very different.  It amazes me how two children, just 19 months apart can demonstrate such different characteristics!  For one of my children, things come easily and he doesn’t seek out praise.  My other child struggles with confidence issues and becomes easily frustrated, which leads to tears (I wish I could say he didn’t get this from me).

Today was a growth opportunity for that child.  After a year of struggles in school, he tested well on reading.  Actually, he breezed through six different reading levels this school year.  In past years, he has chosen to be lacksidasical in his studies until the last quarter, where he would finish 3 quarters worth of work.

But I digress…tonight at Tae Kwando he began to cry when lost his way during a form.  I immediately stood up and provided some encouragement from afar, wanting to go and hug him and knowing he needed to stay on the mat and finish his class.

From deep within, he mustered the courage to press on and completed the forms correctly.  He stood taller and began to smile.  He maintained that confidence throughout the class.  As we left, we talked about how he felt class went, as we usually do.  He talked of becoming frustrated and confused, however once he knew his expectations, he was able to bring it all together.  I explained how proud I was of him that he stayed on the mat and even more importantly,  he was proud that he stuck it out.

We both learned lessons tonight.  He learned to trust himself and I learned to trust him.  I thank God everyday for these little people and I pray that He will guide all of us through our journeys.

Memories

Memories

Today’s world is so different from the world I grew up in.  At the age of four, I was walking carefree and alone around our city block.  By the time I was ten, my friends and I would walk across town to the mall.  We spent our days outside and went hours without our parents hearing from us.

Today, I am afraid to let my boys play out front without an adult.  There are reports of sexual predators attempting to lure kids into vans just blocks from our home.  The news is packed with stories of shootings, attempted kidnappings, and other atrocious acts.

Some things have stayed the same though.  There are still predators who are looking for their next victim.  As a child I remember our family home being broken into.  Although we locked the door, it was just a screen and was easily cut through.  The thieves crawled right into my parents bedroom where they were sleeping and stole from us.

We had a peeping tom.  I remember going out to look at the footprints in the mud outside of our downstairs window.  Even with our home being violated, I still felt an essence of safety.  Most of all, I remember the attack in the park bathroom when I was around the age of 7.

The city park boasted multiple play areas and a great river for fishing.  Accompanied by my dad and older brother, I alternately played on the equipment and caught the trees with my fishing pole.  When I told my dad that I had to use the bathroom, he instructed my brother to take me.

While he wasn’t overly happy about it, my brother walked me there as I chattered on and on about the fun we were having.  When we reached the building, I attempted to open the heavy door and was unable to, so my brother assisted me in pushing it open…that was when we heard a piercing scream from a woman yelling “help me”!

Immediately my brother pulled me backwards and we let the door fall shut.  Shortly after we moved out of the way, a man ran out.  To this day I can tell you that he had dark hair, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and black boots.  He also held a white cloth over his face.

My brother grabbed me and together we RAN back to where my dad was still fishing.  As I was hysterical, my brother shared the story and we all piled into the truck so my dad could find a pay phone and call the police.  During the drive around the park, we encountered the woman, now hanging over the river bank with blood dripping from her face.  My dad let her know the police were in route.

I had to give my statement to the officers and we were free to go home.  Home..where we had already been broken into…Home…where we had already been visited by a peeping Tom.  Home…and a feeling of dread while wondering if I would ever be safe again.

Confessions from a MLM Mom

Confessions from a MLM Mom

I wasn’t looking to own a multi level marketing business.  I especially had no desire to delve into one like It Works.  I was the epitome of a skeptic, I didn’t do sales, and I couldn’t see myself being successful.  Imagine my surprise when after praying to God, researching and talking with my husband, I became a proud owner of my own MLM business.  The following “confessions” are a result of some soul searching that I did last week.  As with anything, businesses also go into slumps and I have been knee deep in one!  So let me share with you some heartfelt thoughts.

😳 I have a confession.
I am vain.
I totally get that I will never be a size 5 again and while I am OK with that, I want to be STRONG 💪and HEALTHY.
I love that the wraps help me tighten tone and firm my skin.
I love that our skin care line helps minimize sun🌞 damage and wrinkles.
I love the supplements that give me energy and the nutrients 🍏🍉🍇🍊🍋🍅🍓🍒my body craves to be healthier.
So when I ask you if you want to try the products, it is not because I think you necessarily NEED them, it is because I truly WANT you to feel as good as I do.
I have never met someone who didn’t want to look or feel better.
After all, when you feel better, you are more confident.
Who doesn’t want that?

Confession #2:
I still get scared👀 to ask you to join my team.
I overthink.
I talk myself out of asking.
I am afraid of rejection.😥
There…it is out there and I am moving on. The best way to overcome fear is by letting it go.🌬

Confession #3
I will not apologize for what I do. I am so fortunate to have my MLM business. The 9-5 doesn’t work for my family at this time…we made the choice for me to stay home after the boys were born. I loved it, however I missed bringing in some income💸 and communicating with other adults.
So, I will continue to work, I will continue to ask, I will continue to post. I will surround myself with people who support me and my dreams.
I absolutely love these plant based products and I truly believe there is something for everyone. So thank you for your support. I am incredibly blessed.💚💚

I am vain
I am afraid
I am proud
My confessions are true. They were also my way of dispelling some of the myths surrounding what I do.
While there are weight loss supplements, the wraps are NOT one of them. They are an amazing skin care treatment to tighten, tone and firm on any area of your body.
The facial line is amazing. I was a clinique user for years and was reluctant to make the switch. I still love Clinique, but now I love It Works even more.
When I started my business I was terrified. Terrified of what you would say, terrified that people would judge me, terrified to reach out to you. That fear continues to minimize as I see the benefits of the products AND the business. The confidence I have found within me is amazing and it is due to ongoing self growth, being surrounded by people who lift me up and being blessed by God.
I am incredibly proud to be an It Works Distributor. This decision totally changed my life.
So when I ask you to try a product, it is because I know the benefit I obtained. When I ask you to join my team, it is because I believe you would be amazing at this business. I see something in you that you may not even see in yourself yet.
Thank you for believing.

It took courage for me to do so and admit to be afraid.  After all, fear is not something we often talk about.  Let me go even further…this past month has been  very difficult for me and my business.  I have prayed often and put on a happy face for everyone around me.  Businesses are hard.  There will be peaks and valleys and for me, those peaks hit a little harder last month.

I am in it for the long hall and I am not a quitter.  I absolutely LOVE these products and if I didn’t feel so strongly, I wouldn’t be promoting them.  Funks are short lived and we all need to remember that if we don’t take chances, we will never know what we are capable of.  Remember that the next time someone asks you to try a product or join their company.  For you, it may be annoying, for them, it is one way to pay their bills and increase their confidence.