I’ve had my fair share of experience with discourteous in-laws and grandparents. Disclaimer: not all are like the ones I’ve encountered but you never know anyone’s true colors until it’s “fight or flight” time.
I cut hygiene corners for myself every single day. I accept that I may smell/smell like poop; I allow varying levels of snot, drool, and tears to ooze into my clothes before I change; I go out in public with hummus hand prints on my sleeves; I never look too closely in the mirror; I am grateful for the impending hat weather...
A year ago we learned that our son had mild sensitivities to certain foods. I say mild sensitivities instead of allergies because if he ends up with something from one of these food groups, there is no need to panic.
As soon as you find out you are expecting two bundles of joy, cue the obligatory comments: ‘Oooh double trouble’, ‘You’ll have your hands full’, ‘How will you ever cope?’ ‘You ARE getting help aren’t you??’. The list goes on.
As an American married to a European and living in the UK, I am particularly familiar with blog posts about preventing jet lag in children, having done lots of frantic googling in preparation for the eight hour time change from England to California with an infant.
Most of the time I strive to be Super Woman, but I occasionally suffer from anxiety. I have found the best way to battle my anxiety and be the best version of me for my husband and family is to find ME time.
Please note, I did not say “getting pregnant healed me”. No, in fact, it made it worse. A lot worse. I struggled daily with the lack of control I felt and, ashamedly, fell deep into old patterns of disordered eating.
Let me just start by saying that I choose to be a stay-at-home-mom because (1) I am lucky enough to be able to afford it, and (2) my husband and I agree that it is in our family’s best interest for me to be around during our babies’ formative years.
I have long hair. Like bottom of my back long. Keeping it healthy has always been a struggle for me. Especially since having my youngest son and my thyroid decided to wack out and destroy my hair in the process.
Something that helps me to feel more confident about my day is knowing ahead of time what I will be wearing. Most of the time we, moms, hold off getting dressed until the very last second before leaving the house. It never seems to fail!
It’s so easy to run to your nearest mall and pick up a pair of jeans without trying them. This can be such a terrible habit to have, though! Trying on denim is key to deciding what fit and style is going to meet your needs!
I’m finally getting into the motherhood fashion season trends. I get things early, which makes life so much easier! With the excuse of my son’s birthday party coming up I can snag a few new Spring looks.