Monday, July 1, 2013

Do "I'm Failing" Stories Make Us More Likeable?

This post by the fabulous Kelle Hampton is EXACTLY what I've been feeling lately. 

As women, self-deprecation is the name of the game, but isn't negativity exhausting?  Why can't I just take a compliment without feeling vain, or praise myself and accomplishments without feeling conceited?

Every time I relate to someones imperfections or play into the "my life feels just as hard as yours" there is a sense of connection, and that is a great feeling.  We all want to feel connected, right?  But can't it be more on the triumphs of our day and less on the strife?

I am filing this in my "work on during this lifetime" box.  Connecting on the positive is easier said than done, but this post is a start!


Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Left, Right, Left

Some days, when there is SO much going on at work and home, all I can do is put one foot in front of the other and try to not over think it - otherwise, I will never get going.  Being a full-time working mom is not easy, and I didn't expect it to be, BUT the emotions that come with leaving your kid all day long and being so tired at the end of the day it is hard to play with your kid - those are REAL and they are CONSTANT.

Summer is supposed to be all about ice cream trucks, park play dates, craft projects, beach trips, tans, pool time and hanging out with your kids now that school is over.  But what about those parents that work?  Those moms that put their kids in daycare during the summer?  Again, enter guilt.

The flip side is staying home.  I did it for four months when my son was first born, and at month 3, I was ready to return to work.  Again - guilt.  Why don't I relish in every moment with my child? Do I really need adult conversation?  Why don't I feel a sense of accomplishment raising my son like I do when I kill it at work?

I will wake up tomorrow and get at it again.


Monday, April 15, 2013

Prayers and Perspective - Chasing Rainbows

This has me wrecked, but it is so important to share for prayers and perspective.  Love you, Gavin! Love you, Kate! Love you, Ed! Love you, Brian!

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Mommying Up

Let's just ignore the fact that I haven't blogged in ages and pretend that I am consistent.  While we are pretending,  Imagine it really is that easy to work all week, keep up the house, see friends, be an attentive wife, read a book, Lean In, catch a show, oh yeah, and keep my darling little baby positively stimulated all day long. Oh and don't let me forget to work out and get 8 hours of sleep.  While we are at it, let me add eating incredibly well and nurturing my spiritual life.

Ok, now I feel like a superhuman rock star because the above makes me sound just like it.  All joking aside, while it doesn't all happen everyday in that order, hell even every month - or ever at all- no one expects it to, and if they act like it, they are lying.

Not being perfect, superhuman, rested, beautiful, patient, social, current is such a relief.

This imperfect mom, wife, (don't judge that mom came before wife), friend, colleague, gym mate and total stranger is embracing the realities of her life and enjoying it.  After all, what else is there to do?

Negativity is too exhausting.

That is all. Goodnight.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Pumpkin Magic

Now that we own a home, Jimmy and I were able to throw our first dinner party with our neighbors.  They are older than us, so I was determined to have a "grown up" type party, complete with great table decor.  I found an amazing (and easy)  glittered pumpkin guide from Martha Stewart who never disappoints when it comes to entertaining.  All it takes to glam up your pumpkin is a little white glue and glitter then - tada, pumpkin magic is yours.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Post Baby Body

With each passing day, 
I hope to see the stretched skin tighten, 
the skins spots lighten, and
then a smiling baby makes my face brighten!

But in all honesty, I am impatient . . . like really impatient.  Losing the baby weight is hard work, unlike anything I've ever done.  Yikes!