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Relaxation, chilling out, sight seeing… Oh my!

About, Just for Fun, Raising Sons

People keep asking how our fun-filled family vacation was. After all, we planned for months and told everyone we knew how excited we were.

My fantasy:

I’m not gonna lie. RV traveling is hard with little kids (perhaps an understatement). Sounds like a bunch of fun, right? The whole family hops into the fancy RV and little tow car, ready for lots of fun and time away from the daily grind, no school, no errands… relaxation, chilling out, sight seeing… Oh my! After all, Nathan is controlled by Ritalin now (see post here), Scotty loves to play and be outdoors, the RV is running well, we have a cool little all wheel drive car to tow now, we’re both retired, we have family to visit and energy to expend. My plan (let’s just call it a fantasy) for the trip was: we all get up early and get to our destination and play and have fun, then have picnic lunches,  play some more, take a walk or do a fun nature craft, barbecue some dinner and have s’mores before the kids put pajamas on and hop into bed, feeling loved, tired and maybe a little sunburned.  Then Daddy and I have a quiet cocktail under the stars in our camp chairs outside before we head off to bed. Let’s not forget, we will stay on track with our CrossFit and good eating habits, continue to track our food intake, and use our newly learned parenting skills.  Continue Reading

My Son Takes Ritalin

About, Raising Sons

As a pharmacy technician (for twenty years), I have judged parents for “dosing their kids up” on hardcore ADD/ADHD drugs like Ritalin, Dexedrine, Adderall, you name it. I just never understood how a parent could do that. I wondered why they didn’t try other things, like changing diet, therapy, tough-love, quit their jobs and stay home and raise the child, give him/her more attention. Once again, I have been shown that it is wrong for me to judge…

Once again, something I judged others for has come full circle and impacted my own life.

My oldest son, Nathan, has been challenging from the beginning. The poor little guy had reflux and lactose intolerance as a baby. He was always miserable, unable to sleep or sit still, unable to play with a toy for more than 5 seconds. He could only focus on TV for any length of time, so Baby Einstein and Sesame Street became my go-to relief when I needed a shower or time to clean. (That’s another story, right?…”Terrible parents who let their kids watch too much TV!”) Anyway, I felt so guilty taking him to daycare Three days a week so I could work part time, but also so I could have some sanity. He was not a fun child to be around. I could not please him. He hated me. Fast forward a few years to: an exhausted mommy, with a child nobody else could/would handle. I divorced his dad when Nathan was three. This helped a little. It meant I got to have some time off and I could pursue some happiness. But I soon realized that Nathan was getting even more difficult, because now we were dealing with transition time between dad and me, different house rules (mine having many, dad’s having few).

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What This Blog Is Not

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This blog is not all smiles, perfection & well-behaved children.

I won’t lie to you and claim to be the perfect Christian woman. I’m a child of God and a wee bit of a rebel. I struggle with this. We occasionally miss church, simply because we have a million things to do. My husband and I like to drink wine and whiskey (conservatively, of course), and I pray every day for help in cleaning up my potty mouth.

I’ll refrain from giving lots of fabulous tips on having the perfectly organized home. I’ve been told that I’m perceived as a pretty organized person. I think I have some good ideas, and I’ll be happy to share, but it’s not uncommon for my own house to be littered with toys and laundry. (And my husband’s added commentary is: “you should see her desk”.)

I don’t pretend to be the Queen of Squats or a perfectly shaped CrossFit Girl. I secretly,  Continue Reading

Why a Blog?

About, Faith

In the past, writing has been my quiet, personal, creative outlet. I wrote lots of poems as a teenager, during those rough hormonal years. I wrote my how-to book about bottle slumping and turned it into an eBook. My eBook was finished and available in 2006, and it felt so good! I enjoyed helping people so much! I still enjoy it.

 

Then life got so busy; keeping up with my family, my e-book readers, and working part-time, so I stopped writing. I missed it. I longed for it. I used bottle slumping as my creative outlet, dabbled in paper crafts, and made an art of posting on Instagram and Facebook. It helped, but I still have so much to share! I personally believe that as we share our experiences and challenges we help others who are having the same issues. None of us are alone. You can bet there is somebody out there having the same trials as you, the same joys. We are in this life together.

 

We All Need to Just Breathe

I kept thinking I didn’t have time to write, or a purpose for what I had to share. But, I was wrong. I need to write. Writing is my meditation. Did you know, studies show that writing actually relieves anxiety? It’s like having a person to talk to who completely understands and doesn’t judge. Writing helps me organize my thoughts and give me time to examine the reasons for my worry or anxiety. When I’m done, I feel accomplished and somewhat empowered.  Then I can breathe… and remember God is in control.

 

Writing is how I show my love and passion. It’s a great way to stay healthy in mind and spirit. I write because I love. That’s it, plain and simple. I love my family, I love to eat, I love to be (or at least attempt to be) organized, I love to strive for good health, I love to share, I love to teach, I love to help, I love to learn, I love to be sarcastic, and truthfully the list goes on. So, basically I blog because I love. Saying/Writing this makes me smile.