Motherhood does not come without an assortment of friendly advice. Some of it is useful and applicable though much of it – in my experience, is only nodded at and then stored away somewhere behind the left over birthday napkins from last year. As amusing as it is to list the unwelcome variety, today I am applying my focus to the former. And it’s a good one: Morning Quiet Time.
Finding the inspiration to rouse me from my bed before my children are up is a difficult – if not nearly impossible task but on one particular morning it was worth the effort.
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For years I struggled with postpartum depression and anxiety, and that horrific hormonal funk caused me to pick up some nasty mental habits that have taken an equal number of years to begin to break. We humans seem to create habits much more easily than we can break them. Recent studies have shown that it usually takes a life changing event to occur for us to more easily introduce new habits into our lifestyles. So what do I do when I find myself in a mind funk that I can’t seem to break? Something life changing. I count my blessings.
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I am a housewife, and a mother to two young boys. There are no toys in my room and no laundry on my bed and I will tell you why.
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Self-care was one of those things I never really prioritized until I desperately needed it. It wasn’t until after Wyatt was born that I really started to make the effort to take care of myself. I think that women by nature give so much. We are often so busy caring for others needs that we suppress our own. Additionally, we are always thinking about what needs to be done or improved upon. I know for myself I am just as concerned with my family’s emotional needs as I am with their physical needs. I do this habitually, and I will keep obsessing over them until I reach a point of mental and physical exhaustion . It’s a difficult pattern to break- but as I soon learned, if I did not break the cycle of giving to the point of depletion, than the cycle would eventually break me.
Ambiance is EVERYTHING.
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