tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83433929742461388692024-03-13T00:30:37.972-04:00Sleeping Beauty. Or not so muchbreedwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574996082029219201noreply@blogger.comBlogger1148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343392974246138869.post-33431852023335274622022-01-04T10:51:00.002-05:002022-01-04T10:51:23.139-05:00Nothing works<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">I am still always tired šš. I take the extended release Adderall and itās only 10:45 am and Iām ready to collapse into sleep. Itās such a strong pull my forehead feels heavy. Iām really over this. I donāt want to do that crazy strong drug, even though all the narcolepsy forums sing itās praises. I just donāt feel comfortable on it especially with children Iām responsible for. </span><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Every time I speak to my Dr I feel like sheās thinking, uh here we go again. But if something isnāt working then why keep using it? She is super nice and helpful, I just feel like a failure every time I go back to her with a ānope still not workingā. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Here I am just waiting for lunch time to come so I can take a break. I know some think a lunchtime nap sounds amazing but when you feel like you NEED it every day, sometimes multiple times a day itās not fun! You feel bad about yourself. You feel lazy and helpless. You feel like a quitter and I am NOT a quitter. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Uh pray this gets resolved soon. <br /></span><div><br /><a href="http://pinterest.com/breedwoman2/"><img alt="Follow Me on Pinterest" height="60" src="http://passets-cdn.pinterest.com/images/about/buttons/big-p-button.png" width="60" /></a></div></div>breedwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574996082029219201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343392974246138869.post-45573044413300813722022-01-02T10:24:00.002-05:002022-01-02T10:24:33.124-05:00Who knows if itās workingā¦ itās break<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Last day of Christmas break. My sleep schedule is so screwed up right now you would never know if the meds are actually working. Itās healthy for everyone to have a sleep routine/schedule. Your body learns what it needs to do and when. The bedtime routine prepares your body that sleep is coming. We sleep train babies, why not us? </span><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">So especially with New Yearās Eve and staying up late Iām all kinds of messed up. So is the Adderall working? No idea. Still needed a nap but Iām not surprised. Today (Jan 2nd) I could not pull myself out of bed before 10 and I honestly could only barely do it, but did it because I knew my husband was downstairs waiting for me to wake up. Buuuttt we also went to bed around 1AM (thanks Yellowstone binge watching). </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">So Iāll let ya know later this week. For now Iām fighting the sleep fog. Zzzzzzz<br /></span><br /><a href="http://pinterest.com/breedwoman2/"><img alt="Follow Me on Pinterest" height="60" src="http://passets-cdn.pinterest.com/images/about/buttons/big-p-button.png" width="60" /></a></div>breedwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574996082029219201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343392974246138869.post-33475678886232830992021-12-30T12:32:00.000-05:002021-12-30T12:32:58.831-05:00Adderall round 2<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">So met with my dr yesterday. Honestly I had a really hard time staying awake to wait for the 1:40pm appointment. The hubs would be talking to me and it was painful trying to focus (not because of him, he was talking about getting me a new couch! Iām all in for that!). The pressure above my eyes feeling like my eyebrows are trying to forcefully close my eyes was like the worst sinus pressure you can imagine with out the headache. I just NEEDED to sleep but I couldnāt. Fast forward to 10pm last night. I hadnāt had a nap all day. Was dying for one earlier. Now I CANāT sleep. Iām ready to stay up all night and binge watch TV. </span><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">We spoke about one drug option that would in theory make me sleep so good and deep that I would finally get quality sleep so I would be awake the next day. BUT that drug is compared to the date rape drug basically. And I have children. I canāt be completely passed out and unresponsive when I have kids. Not to mention the thought of it freaks me out. No thank you. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">So back to the Adderall conversation. It worked pretty good during the day. Until it stopped working at around 4pm. So that was the extended release Adderall. Iām going to take that again. Then when I feel the crash coming I will take an immediate release Adderall to get me through the rest of the night. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Weāll see. Currently I could take an amazing nap and itās 12:30 in the afternoon. But Iāve been sitting around doing online shopping most of the morning so thatās definitely a factor. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Pleasant dreams, Iāll keep you posted. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://pinterest.com/breedwoman2/"><img alt="Follow Me on Pinterest" height="60" src="http://passets-cdn.pinterest.com/images/about/buttons/big-p-button.png" width="60" /></a></div>breedwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574996082029219201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343392974246138869.post-76074036331052909852021-12-28T13:26:00.000-05:002021-12-28T13:26:07.348-05:00Canāt stay awake <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">I canāt seem to find the energy to stay awake. Yesterday I took a 2 hour nap. The whole last hour of it I was in a fog between asleep and awake. I could hear everything going on around me but I physically could not pull myself out of sleep and make my eyes open. Itās an exhausting state of sleep. Later that night I had no problems going to sleep because after that nap I stayed tired. I think part of the exhaustion was triggered by my sadness. A fox got into my chicken coop and killed all my chickens. It was awful. </span><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Today I slept until 8am and got up to go watch a Washington Capitals practice. It was amazing. Driving home all I can think about is how I really want a nap but if I take one Chris will be mad and disappointed. Thatās pretty much my life all the time, planning when I could possibly schedule a nap in and will I be able to keep up the energy until then. Walking around helps (so car rides suck) but it doesnāt get rid of the brain fog pull to need to sleep. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Hopefully my dr and I can come up with something better tomorrow since the last 8 or so medications havenāt worked. </span></div><div><br /><a href="http://pinterest.com/breedwoman2/"><img alt="Follow Me on Pinterest" height="60" src="http://passets-cdn.pinterest.com/images/about/buttons/big-p-button.png" width="60" /></a></div>breedwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574996082029219201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343392974246138869.post-29090581937241662612021-12-23T22:26:00.000-05:002021-12-23T22:26:56.278-05:00Part 2ā¦ now what <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">That last post took me a few days to write. My focus and energy are shot. </span><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Took another test in 2021. Yeah I have ADD too. Apparently having narcolepsy and ADD is pretty common. Whatever. Just tell me what I donāt have at this point. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">So now what? Well itās time for meds. Apparently they donāt just have meds that help you sleep, but also stay awake. Promises promises. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">The first time I took Nuvigil it was life changing. At least until my body got use to it and it stopped working. I was completely taken back with this feeling of wakefulness. I wasnāt wired, I just felt like for the first time in my life I didnāt need a nap. Until I did. So we switched rinsed and repeated. Still are. Still havenāt find that special cocktail yet. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Weāve tired different stimulants. Some adderall. Now she wants </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">to move onto some heavy stuff. Iām not sure if Iām ready for that. Itās a lot of regulations and restrictions. But Iām also tired of being tired. Iām tired of feeling like Iām sleep walking only to then try to go to sleep at night and insomnia hits along with ten plus awakening periods (on meds). Iāve been crashing hard this last week. Had to stop taking the latest trial because it wasnāt helping and it was making me moody as hell. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Itās hard. I want to be there for my family in every way possible but I just donāt have the energy. At work if I give a presentation, Iām done for the rest of the day. Simple things take literally all my energy. And knowing that gives me a lot of anxiety this time of year because we all have a week off to spend together and Iām worried Iām going to ruin it all by napping. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">But I still wouldnāt trade this diagnosis for anything. Yeah I would trade having narcolepsy, sure. But since I have it Iām so glad to be diagnosed because this means that Iām not the lazy, forgetful person I use to think I was. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><br /><a href="http://pinterest.com/breedwoman2/"><img alt="Follow Me on Pinterest" height="60" src="http://passets-cdn.pinterest.com/images/about/buttons/big-p-button.png" width="60" /></a></div>breedwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574996082029219201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343392974246138869.post-91362618368055058722021-12-22T21:19:00.000-05:002021-12-22T21:19:09.447-05:00A fresh startā¦ well fresh is reaching <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">In October of 2020 I was diagnosed with Narcolepsy. Not something I can say I saw coming but the more I learn about it and think about my past and present the more it makes sense. </span><div><br /></div><div>Iāve always been tired. Itās been a joke among my family and friends that I could sleep anywhere at anytime, and itās true. Going to be in the car for more than 45 minutes? Iām taking a nap. Sitting at school in a class for more than 30 minutes? Gonna take a nap. And when I say Iām just going to close my eyes for a few minutes, I mean Iām going to wake up 30-40 minutes later with drool on my face and a dream to tell you about. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have depression. All the women in my moms family have it. Figured most of my issues were do to that. Told so many therapist how tired I was and most could get me on a āgood enoughā level that I thought I was fine. I mean Iām a teenager and growing, Iām tired. Iām in college and stay up late and party, Iām tired. I have a new grown person job, yes I should take a nap as soon as I get home. I had kids, of course Iām tired. Eventually though I ran out of reasons. My kids sleep through the night. I take a nap every lunch. I go to bed at 9pm!!! And yet Iām still always tired. My tired is a I canāt even imagine switching the laundry, much less trying to be a working mom. </div><div><br /></div><div>So at my therapist encouragement I went to a neurologist. We did some at home test. Yep, sleep apnea. Did the CPAP. Technical results came back favorable, but I was still sooo tired. Turns out also, youāre not supposed to wake up 10 times a night. (Apparently according to the data I was waking up 2.0+) Also dreaming with that many awakes, not normal. I could wake up, go to the bathroom and fall back into the same dream. <br /><br /><a href="http://pinterest.com/breedwoman2/"><img alt="Follow Me on Pinterest" height="60" src="http://passets-cdn.pinterest.com/images/about/buttons/big-p-button.png" width="60" /></a></div><div>Once we got through all that I had to do an all night and day sleep study. You go to sleep with wires literally everywhere. All over my head, chest, legs, and up my nose. Donāt worry I still slept all night. They wake you up, you stay awake for 2 hours then you can nap. You have 15 minutes to fall asleep. If you do then they let you sleep for 2.0 minutes. Repeat 5 times. Yep. Fell asleep every time. Also hit rem. </div><div><br /></div><div>So guess who got diagnosed with Narcolepsy 2. That means I donāt have attacks where I fall into a sleep without warning. Thatās type 1. I am just extremely and overly tired all the time. And donāt ever sleep restfully, despite all the lovely dreams. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now what? Iāll let you know. </div>breedwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574996082029219201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343392974246138869.post-67103262623722292062017-08-10T09:34:00.004-04:002017-08-10T09:34:37.759-04:00Being a Mom is overwhelming No one tells you that there will be days where you sit and cry about everything you have to do. Or perhaps you don't cry, you just sit there staring at the wall or your phone knowing you should be switching the laundry or cleaning the kitchen, yet you can't pull yourself from doing nothing. You are so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things that need to get done you're paralyzed to do any of them. Sure you would feel better if you just got one thing off your list, but that list would still be full, it will ALWAYS be full.<br />
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Yesterday my son was sick, minor sick. Sick enough I had to stay home with him, but not so sick that I was cleaning up vomit. I had to take off from work (add that to the list of things I'm behind on), but figured I could still be productive. I organized my kitchen. I got so sick of seeing just stuff everywhere that I finally organized it. I went through cabinets and threw out expired spices and old Tupperware. I made a pile of donation items, like the 394,291 cups we seem to accumulate. I even wiped off the front of most of the cabinets and cleaned the counter tops. But as a Mom, do you know what I saw? The floors that I didn't touch, the drinks that still have no where to go, the lunch boxes on the counter, and then I turned around and saw the rest of the house. At this point I wanted to sit down and drink wine. But, I didn't, I did laundry! I put away laundry in my kid's rooms. But you know what I saw, two more rooms that are in need of purging, another laundry basket of sheets, despite doing 3 laundry baskets of linens the day before.<br />
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I get kids are messy, I get we're a busy family, but why can't I ever have or keep that feeling of accomplishment? I feel like I need to take time away from work to even get close but at the same time I want to give up because I know it will last for a day, MAYBE a week if I'm super lucky.<br />
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All the pressure from Facebook and Pintrest doesn't help. Here's a list to help you keep on top of things, yet that list often is for stay at home Moms or for a Mom that isn't super busy, or better yet a Mom who doesn't sleep. I often wonder if I should just forgo sleep to stay on top of things.<br />
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I have two happy (most of the time) kids. I feed my family, I take them on fun adventures, I try to make sure they have clean clothes (even if they are digging in the laundry room for that days outfit). I try to keep the dust bunnies and dirty dishes to a minimum. But I feel like a failure. You go to your spouse to vent and they tell you that you're over committed and you need to not do so much. But all you hear (even though they don't mean it this way) is "don't hang out with your friends or don't do anything fun, instead stay home and clean". Yes, there is a bit of adulting to do and you must stay home and clean sometimes, but you know it would have to be all the time in order to stay on top of it.<br />
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I can't stay home all the time, I need people, people are my life source. Well them and church. I can't stop bible study, I need those ladies and the clarity they give me through the Word. I can't stop PTA, there's only like 10 of us anyway so if I don't do it who will? I like being connected to the school, since I work full time and can't be more of a presence. I can't stop camping, we're making memories and we spent a lot of money on this camper, we need to get our value!<br />
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BUT now I'm failing family. I'm not spending enough time with them. My parents moved up here to be with me, not never see me. My Mother-in-law LIVES to take care of us, not be pushed off until who knows when. It's hard. It's a struggle. It's overwhelming.<br />
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So, we figured we would just go to the island and see them at least. </div><div><br></div><div>We found a KOA, and since I bought a KOA membership we figured we would let it pay itself off (you get 10% of stay and by our second stay we were saving money!). The KOA was really nice, completely shaded, and 10 minutes from the beach! Score! </div><div><br></div><div>We pulled in, set up, and went straight to the pool. The pool that felt like bath water! Gross! At least it got the sweat off. </div><div><br></div><div>We then changed clothes and decided to explore the town some before our dinner reservations! And look what we found!</div><img id="id_bcb1_53b4_8f3_e7ed" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4U1H92XNI7E/WYnMw8knSOI/AAAAAAAAHwQ/tO_Sw3d3p_88Njd3qCqeFYvxD209dvrdgCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><div>Ponies! We were driving and passed the Chincoteaque Pony Centre! The kids absolutely loved it!</div><div><img id="id_64d6_ad3e_58d3_fbf4" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5LfTwjrOrms/WYnMwBWmoQI/AAAAAAAAHwI/qko0brBL410TdUwl4xqc-RO-x35lJhobwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>While Kinsley was taking her turn Parker turned to me and said "Mom, I'm so excited I get to ride a horse, finally my dreams are coming true!" Ha that kid! </div><div><img id="id_5e_87c8_c5c3_18e1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HAA63fXwNY0/WYnMwPZ16wI/AAAAAAAAHwM/WwQhwRHxM5gFw8sdpWIV_-mN2-pkYi62gCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>Here is is living the dream apparently. </div><div><img id="id_25cb_b25e_1675_331e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oLO3hHrjFHg/WYnMv84bKWI/AAAAAAAAHwE/26Ap6tD_Qrog5WiV2CdyQ_S4X19q-UoCACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>For dinner we had an amazing treat from my parents of a crab feast! We're from Maryland so we eat crabs whenever possible, luckily my kids are getting on board with it!</div><div><img id="id_f760_976a_3cc9_4260" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qushPLgFPRU/WYnMxIG1HXI/AAAAAAAAHwU/ayJKk0R7tNc8eFkx0Q9gNcSnYUrYanFegCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div><img id="id_fa3b_8e7_aecd_9883" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VUKfwqS9vrU/WYnMyRpsCQI/AAAAAAAAHwY/V8aDymefhOEwHiqzhtTjgzVm9xY2Zjh9ACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>Don't you love his tshirt? </div><div><img id="id_eadd_81c7_43ce_56b0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C3lxEjEqzBY/WYnMyUsSQFI/AAAAAAAAHwc/gapPzGjjKCcUYPUPsgl6-2sD0Soe2XCYgCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>This trip was especially epic since this little man learned to ride his bike without training wheels! So proud of him! Haven't been able to get him off since!</div><div><img id="id_9804_1d14_283d_c556" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RLOQX96tGkA/WYnMyvNGJvI/AAAAAAAAHwg/qMgeNy_DMywOvHFx6I4afQGuL5kiCcdFgCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>The full day that we were there we went to the beach. This little man was determined not to go in the waves, then he saw his big sister enjoying them and I couldn't keep him out of them! Eventually chris and I just brought our chairs out to the surf so we were closer, and my ankle was still recovering, and little man thought sure sounds like a great idea! </div><div><img id="id_960e_4c2c_cccc_8eba" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0ocHTT9lk_A/WYnMyndJGqI/AAAAAAAAHwk/fhHc6i2OTVAAuLB-jPziywKREJOvehEBQCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>My happy place. </div><div><img id="id_56ca_2599_34ba_2985" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gvDjwGNJBts/WYnMzBkvR4I/AAAAAAAAHwo/eXPw2Gxt4k8F0X3oax6NY7CG8qe8HNgmwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div><img id="id_91b0_b45b_8690_52f5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PU3OPHNepoI/WYnMz_opJMI/AAAAAAAAHws/_fvOO0ZGiY409b6I0HzpYscUrgYRLzhhACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>Goofballs. Why do kids enjoy being covered in sand. It gets In the worst places. </div><div><img id="id_5d22_b73d_fb10_573a" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OoIiHu0PBUc/WYnM0h6RSXI/AAAAAAAAHww/eVC-XXiOuz8CSzjUL6lHRZeGzlsLfY-WACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>Out there are the ponies they are going to round up. They round up the wild ponies for the swim, to check them over, give them any medical attention, and to sell some off to keep the population under control. </div><div><img id="id_8814_9054_375c_7c5b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YW0XhvwIoK0/WYnM1e2-mKI/AAAAAAAAHw4/uSoceB1EnE4OcqBn6Y5bGgqYHuQzvLqUwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>After dinner at the camper we took Kinsley to a spot she had been "dying" to go the whole time. Build Your Own Cookie. It's a cute food truck where you pick your cookie, ice cream flavor, and then topping! Kinda amaz-balls. </div><div><img id="id_99_4311_767_8945" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GKRwhW9efk0/WYnM1PPtofI/AAAAAAAAHw0/0MD4VwXZI_4uBhAjzZa-l4elz20UTBKxACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><img id="id_5793_bedf_f6dd_18aa" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qTCul35or5Y/WYnM1kMR0FI/AAAAAAAAHw8/H65GH94QekMP64epf0Tyy6__sRdNP9E1ACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>These are the wild ponies they rounded up. </div><div><br></div><div>It was a magical trip and I'm so glad my parents got to go with us. Having lived in NC until recently I feel like they missed a lot, so it was nice having them there for this! 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I didn't think my trip was going to take place until next year, but thanks to my husband's campsite stalking I didn't have to wait! </div>
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HELLO GETTYSBURG! </div>
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Our Campsite was one of my favorite parts of this trip! We stayed at the KOA and it was wonderful! We had a site that was close to the action yet felt so private! Look at all the boulders surrounding us!<br />
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The kids loved playing on them and it felt so Gettysburg!<br />
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This KOA was exceptional! The customer service was top notch and it was so clean and well kept! Definitely want to return!<br />
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The kids had a run in with their first frog, meaning the first one they actually held. </div>
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Parker was a little skittish! HA, it was comical, he tried again after this leap. </div>
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So we were here for the reenactment weekend that takes place on July 1-3. It was amazing, for me. For the kids it's still out to be determined. They thought it was interesting but hot, and a lot of learning. We found out that they were having church services in the morning and thought this was a wonderful experience, not to mention we were missing our service.<br />
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Kinsley met some important people. She and Mrs. Lee bonded over her dress~</div>
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The next day we went on a tour around Gettysburg that catered a little to the kids. Chris and I enjoyed it, the kinds tolerated it for the most part. They enjoyed parts of it, but I'll make little historians out of them one day.<br />
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We got to ride in a 1930s bus and it was an adventure to say the least. </div>
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The KOA had a lot of really great features that the kids LOVED. This playground was great and we could see it from our campsite so the kids could go "adventure".</div>
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Parker asked about every half hour if he could go to the jumping pad.</div>
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We mined for Gems.. enter eye roll, the crap kids want to bring home. Yeah we were all so excited that but the time we got home the kids completely forgot about the Gems, so exciting.</div>
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I would say this picture is proof of a good trip. Chris and I learned right away that for us to have a stress free evening we let them fall asleep on the table bed watching a moving and then move them to their beds later. </div>
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Gettysburg was a great trip but next time Chris and I are going to go without the kids. It's still a little too much learning with too much heat for them to be interested. </div>
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Despite the super packed campground we got lucky with a great spot. The sewer plug didn't work, but our neighbors taught us about spider-dogs! It's a win. </div><div><br></div><div>Thousand Trails Hershey was a really nice campground. It was clean and the spots were a good size. The pool was big and clean and it had a nice playground. We saw ducks and turtles, but let's be honest, this trip wasn't for the camping. BRING ON THE CHOCOLATE! </div><div><br></div><div>But first, mommy juice!</div><img id="id_95c_189c_2299_8004" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2xuSoDdNI0s/WYRpF7cepuI/AAAAAAAAHss/qeC_D5w08uUlRhDCn3Pvum5nPAegL37BwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>This is my White Sangria Concentrate. <div>Here's the low down to help your day go better. </div><div><br></div><div>Fill a mason jar with fruit, I used peaches, strawberries and blueberries. </div><div>Pour in vodka till 1/4 full</div><div>Fill the rest of the way with white wine (I had pino on hand)</div><div>Let it sit in the fridge (I made it the night before we left) </div><div>Once you are ready to drink it you pour it into a pitcher and mix in a jar or more full of Fresca or sprite, depending on the potency you want. I thought it was weak until I ate the fruit, Hello Spring Break College!</div><div><br><img id="id_465c_3ae7_6e1a_cfa1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c0dmZNJ1-Vk/WYRpE-Uk1uI/AAAAAAAAHsk/Pwj__lRVt1kX4eLEF2mjoAwMbuzOksi2gCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>Well as you can see we made it to the park the next day and we're still smiling!<br><img id="id_f0dd_c317_73f1_6591" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m_PhqIWcNow/WYRpG_Tey9I/AAAAAAAAHsw/5BJEcwQUyu4jIlJtBGBZG1rPQEinZzwDgCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>Parker is still not a fan of characters. He doesn't want to karate chop them but he also still won't touch them. <br><img id="id_5e9f_e9a4_7ada_49a9" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zcme8minBZc/WYRpEz9Db_I/AAAAAAAAHso/yb2WvRaGIS0jEzwPh_7ZlHTAeEI_x_00wCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>This was our first time seeing the seal show and it was so cute! <br><img id="id_4299_ca0f_337e_9349" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fi_i2K_3kX0/WYRpJRFvJJI/AAAAAAAAHs8/kLTMkbi2gfkQZrZxLRh63aOY4-ynggtSQCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><div><br></div><div><img id="id_98c9_ade6_fe13_3c4d" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iOiN5vtSBSc/WYRpJda8KKI/AAAAAAAAHtA/3vm8kIu_3hQyXEiSkzjS6t6PrAQg5rURwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_dd1b_5c34_1bdc_f07e" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YJowiB5NSpU/WYRpJDGCoHI/AAAAAAAAHs4/Rh7ruc6nK343z5u6VafcyikEuGikQe3JgCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>By the end of the day Parker wouldn't even stand in the same space as the characters. <br><img id="id_a77e_93d_515_4c04" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0ntn5M6LP-o/WYRpJNnzI_I/AAAAAAAAHs0/JfQTAKG9DBACu95hjaz6cyRgk1jBQOBWACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>So Kinsley did us proud. This was for her Daddy. <br><img id="id_6429_a751_3fe4_b3a6" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VSZ7zLaGLVw/WYRpJ08RnyI/AAAAAAAAHtE/1_0yA6FJ5XUaEbns0Zj3bNIyF-51-tYxACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>This one was for her Sasha! Sasha loves her Rolos. <br><img id="id_b1f1_9216_4f64_751f" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yN1kKsuyK8w/WYRpKYO5CuI/AAAAAAAAHtI/fLq7EauDAlg9Ytpkkdko5G2NHx7AayBKwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br>And then some shopping and a free tour. </div></div><div><br></div><div>We spent a lot of time at the water park, but keep in mind I was still injured. Walking around Hershey Park in a boot #allthehills #sohot #killmenow. But I couldn't wear it at the water park and paid for that later. Uh! </div><div><br></div><div>It was a great trip and left us all with smiles, and a few sugar meltdowns. </div>breedwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574996082029219201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343392974246138869.post-48210427821527418022017-08-03T14:02:00.001-04:002017-08-03T14:17:46.113-04:00Camping trip #1 the Maiden Voyage <a href="https://www.bloglovin.com/blog/5216973/?claim=kkta7g8gq6t">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>
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So for our first trip, they suggest you stay local so that if anything goes wrong or if you're missing anything you can fix it or get it. Well our friends live 10 minutes from us and have almost 50 acres and asked if we wanted to spend Memorial Day weekend with them and their family camping. In the back of the property they have hook ups (electric) for 4-5 campers, so we said "shooot yeah!" So off we went! </div>
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Sadie can hardly believe her luck!! </div>
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This was my poor old dog the whole time, laying in the rocks. She had a blanket but decided to just stay where she fell because she was so tired from the excitement.<br />
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First time setting the Girl up, think she's looking pretty good!<br />
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Well she got half on at least.<br />
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This little man could not have been happier about this trip. Since it's 50 acres of private land he was allowed to just go and explore and have fun with his friends. When I say friends the boy had 4 other boys to play with!!<br />
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So they have all this land because they have a farm! How cool right! So while there we got to teach the kids a few things and help with the farm chores. </div>
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Which involved rounding up chickens, that don't lay anymore, to sell.<br />
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She thought they were more pet than anything.<br />
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They also sell goats for meat.<br />
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This was the kids 80% of the time. On some vehicle off somewhere. Don't worry we only let the 9 year old drive š</div>
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These are their 4-H show goats<br />
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There were also 3 Llamas and 2 donkeys<br />
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Fresh eggs every morning. Parker's #1 favorite thing to do<br />
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Campfire cookin. That log is actually a concrete fire pit made to look like a log! I tell ya the Brown's don't do anything halfway.<br />
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Campfire cheesesteak<br />
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Don't you camp with a Margarita machine?<br />
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Our amazing host, who is also giving me her camping tips and tricks!<br />
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The last night they brought out their 8ft Wok to make us dinner. #notkidding</div>
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Oh yeah I didn't mention I had a level III sprain for this? Because I did, and it was new.<br />
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And our departure lunch? Well it's Maryland so of course we had crabs!!! <br />
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Once we got home and unpacked, everything went back to normal.<br />
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But we have found a new love and a new way to get those kids disconnected. Here's to many more adventures! </div>
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Hey y'all we're going to play a quick catch up game to get that all out of the way and then move forward, yes?!?? </div>
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Currently I have a 7.5 year old.... wait what?</div>
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My baby is 5... no no that can't be right, we're going into Kindergarten?!?!<br />
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I'm currently blonde, well for now, ya know<br />
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I've been baking a lot of cakes for friends. Some have tried to hire me but when I don't quote them $20 they take offense to it, because you know cakes only take an hour to throw together (*cough punch them in their throat*), so I only have been doing cakes for friends, for free.<br />
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We bought a camper this year. Oh the camping, I'm sorry, GLAMPING is real, like all the time. I'll probably just write the next few post about just our trips.<br />
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And this man and I have almost made it 11 years married this fall! #killinit #onlythroughprayer #hesstillsexy</div>
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And that's the short of the long. I'll catch y'all up more but I wanted you to have a jumping off point BAM </div>
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Mean it</div>
breedwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11574996082029219201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343392974246138869.post-75742753081285126942016-07-27T09:42:00.001-04:002016-07-27T09:42:51.615-04:00This point in your life is known as Motherhood, aka Not your ownYou know I take my hat off to all the blogs I read of mothers who have lives, who are in shape, who look cute on a daily basis. I am not one of those moms. You know what kind of mom I am? I'm the kind that works full time, a hour away from home. I'm the kind that's a little fluffier then I would like to be because I just can't bear to get up at 4:45AM to work out. I'm the kind of mom that stays up until 11 making things for my kids class party. I'm a mom that's constantly tired. I wear a fitbit to see just how much sleep I'm not getting and just how many steps I'm not taking.<br />
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Right now I'm in survival mode. I keep coming up with plans on how to take care of myself but, it's not happening, instead I just keep buying bigger pants.<br />
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I think an ah ha moment for me was the other day when my brother asked me "So what are you doing for fun for YOU"... I didn't have an answer, other than "Drink wine...?" There is no Me, there's Mother. It's not bad but, what happens later?<br />
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There will come a time when I won't hear the screams of "Mom I can't sleep alone" "Mom I need help getting ready" "Mom i need you to help me..."... eventually they will do it themselves, and I'll miss it, but eventually I'll be able to find me.<br />
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Well little family you're growing right up aren't you? We've been growing and changing and having fun. Our little family had a fun trip to the O's game before school started so that was exciting for us!</div>
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YEA for first ball park hot dogs and game! </div>
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This crazy little girl has now started kindergarten, (picture of THAT day coming soon)!. She's turning into the quite the amazing little lady. I can't get over how smart she is! </div>
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This man as I'm sure you can tell is ALL trouble, ALL TROUBLE. And that smile you see below, yeah he gives that to you as soon as he's done something bad. But GOD i love him! He's my main man i'm telling ya! </div>
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So when did I get to be the parent of a 3 and 5 year old? I mean crazy right?<br />
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BUT now i'm in an amazing place, I'm in a new job that literally rocks my socks off and makes me smile every time i think about it. My hubby is now going to be teaching sunday school with me (i mean not WITH me, he'll be in a class and i'm the head of big time and music) so how cool is that?!?! I feel like things are turning into an amazing happy place for us and i can't wait to see what this year brings!<br />
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So we take you to church, we pray at home, we try to learn how to be thankful, but are we teaching you to have a heart for and to follow God? Are we teaching you to pray over every decision and trust that God will reveal himself? I hope so but, I'm not so sure.<br />
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This past year has been a tough year for Mommy. My job wasn't what i hoped it would be and it was a DAILY struggle. It effected my life on all levels. My stress rose, my temper shortened, my depression heightened, to say it was hard on us is putting it mildly. In addition to all my personal struggles we moved houses (farther away) and y'all moved schools (farther away). So my commute got longer with NO wiggle room, goodbye working out!<br />
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This last year I let the feeling of despair overwhelm me. This was my struggle.<br />
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Luckily God had lead us to an amazing church and already had set up a great support system for us in our bible study. Mommy hit bottom and those ladies started praying. I had so many amazing people praying for me that I actually started to feel better just knowing I wasn't alone. My problems weren't solved, but I knew that I wasn't alone and then a really cool thing started to happen. I began to trust. I began to trust that God had a plan for me and that he would reveal it when it was time. This trust was tested every.day. Some days I failed and other days i kept trusting.<br />
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One day I received a call to interview for a job. They pulled my name off another job I had applied for. Figuring it can't hurt to interview i went. It's not any closer to home but we'll see. Babies I Kept praying and I kept asking everyone else to pray for me.<br />
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See here's the thing. My name was pulled out of another job to interview for this one, I was the only one called back for a second interview, AND whenever I tell anyone the job description (because it has nothing to do with my current job really) they say it sounds like it was created for me! The office has an amazing reputation and you can have 2 telework days a week. Oh and I can get my promotion without having to go back to school to get business credits! Now TELL ME this wasn't provided for me by God! TELL ME he didn't have his hands ALL OVER this one! I dare you!<br />
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Here's the thing to remember though littles, I don't know if this is my forever place. I don't know where God wants me eventually, but I know he does want in this new job until I figure it out. He has provided~ Maybe this is my forever career path, I don't know, but I do know now that prayer works! And I'll keep praying, I'll keep praying for guidance to make sure I'm following HIS path, not my own.<br />
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So pray babies! Pray about school, pray about friends, pray about jobs and spouses and children. PRAY and don't EVER stop!<br />
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So I went to a nutritionist and she's all "eat lean protein" yada yada, easy peasy... Well if it were EASY I wouldn't be where I am now would I? I wouldn't be gaining more and more weight would I? SO easy to just make protein and eat it plain with veggies that are plain. YUM... SO easy. SUPER easy in the mornings to eat eggs while I pop out the yokes. YUM.<br />
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I Hate this! I HATE that creating a livable lifestyle is SO hard. I HATE that I have NO drive to do it even though I'm completely disgusted with how I am now. I know the tools, but I'm too tired and too full of excuses. I just need a break somewhere in my life and it's not coming.<br />
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Between by job, commute, trying to keep up at home, I just want some damn bread! I want to sit at home and eat my bowl of pasta with bread AND a glass of wine and NOT gain weight OKAY!?!?<br />
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But that's not going to happen, instead I'm reduced to tears because I can see it in her face "You aren't trying and YOU aren't ready". She's right I guess. But I don't see when I'm ever going to be ready, I just don't see an end in sight.<br />
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OH how I wish I could be a stay at home Mom. I would BE home to make food to make good choices. I would BE home to help my kids with their homework and put their clothes away, instead of living out of hampers. I would BE home to make sure my husband has everything he needs so there was less on his plate. I would BE home so I could workout once or twice rather than trying to squeeze in a walk when I would rather be cat napping at lunch.<br />
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I just need to find a better balance and I'm not sure how. I'm not happy. This isn't a rat race I can keep maintaining. It's only going to get worse as the kids homework gets more involved and their activities take up more and more time. When you're working 8 1/2 hours a day, commuting between an hour or more each way a day, and trying to fit everything else in, it's not maintainable.<br />
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I'm praying, Lord KNOWS I'm beating down his heavenly door with prayers, but I still don't know. Still I'm unsure. Still I'm lost and slowly gaining more and more weight.<br />
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So I'm doing this for me and my Disney trip in 45 days AND I'm doing this for kids and their well being. There are other options to eat besides jello, chocolate chip pancakes, and chexmix. The problem is real people. REAL!<br />
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So we're cracking down, we getting it fixed and I'm not telling anyone but you because I'm desperately afraid of failure.<br />
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Want to know how it happens? By giving up? I've given up. I've had great friends along the way that have tried to support me, motivate me, uplift me, but I am not motivated. I am lazy and tired. I don't want to put in the work. I want a magic pill or a magic to workout to take me back to my wedding weight (at least) without me putting forth any effort. Sound familiar? I've had approx. 435,211 "Monday's"... you know that day where "I'm starting over today"!<br />
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I hate it when I hear people say "do it for yourself", well to do it for myself I'll have to wake up at 4:45 in the morning, I would rather treat myself to more sleep! I don't know, maybe one day down the road I'll feel differently but I HATE working out. I hate getting ready for it, doing it, dealing with the sweat after it. I hate having to prepare my food. I use to love cooking, but that was before I had 2 little invaders that are ALWAYS hungry and ALWAYS want what I'm not making. Oh and they WANT IT NOW! I don't have time to take as much time as I want to put together something amazing and healthy. If I want healthy I feel like it has to be chicken or salad every night. Yum. (bleh).<br />
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But now I FEEL like I'm at a cross roads. I FEEL like I'm passing this outlook onto my kids without meaning to. Oh you want a snack, go to the sugar filled snack cabinet and munch away, but still be hungry for dinner please. I try to limit the snacks but they are like me, needing instant gratification. How do you change that?<br />
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I'm so over starting over. I'm so over hating myself. But mostly, I'm so over rubbing off onto my kids. I don't know if this is me "starting over" or venting... but I just need to get my thoughts out before they consume me. I KNOW all the right choices to make. I KNOW how to workout, how to eat how to everything, but the thought of meal planning makes me want to stick pins in my eyes. The thought of getting up before 530 makes me want to throw myself down a flight of stairs. But I know I need to. I know my kids need to see me do it. I need to do it so I actually have energy FOR my kids.<br />
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Uh being a Mom and a human is hard...<br />
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Well it happened. I don't know how it happened (I mean OBVIOUSLY I do know HOW, I have a degree, not in math) and I don't think I like that it happened but, I have a five year old. She is going to leave me for the big wide scary wonderful world of Kindergarten next year, and never to talk to me again. </div>
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Kinsley Grace</div>
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Five years old</div>
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VERY sassy and opinionated and argumentative. (Thank you God, yes I did want a daughter JUST LIKE ME *enter eye roll*)</div>
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Smart as a whip (didn't know whips were smart, but again, just like me haha), she can already read level 1 books and is starting to read level 2. She's Ah-mazing and blows my mind with how smart she is. Asks how to spell everything because she's always writing something~</div>
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She wanted a pirate party so I made a cake~ BAM!</div>
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Then we invited her friends and it turned into a toddler frat party with no where to move, next year we'll out source this to some place, *never in my home again*! She had a blast, Kinsley also (kind heart that she is) collected toys 4 tots at her birthday party. Some friends brought her a gift, some brought a toy for a poor child, some brought both. I really wish I had a picture of her donating the toys, instead this family picture from the party will have to do!</div>
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Kinsley isn't the only one growing up. My crazy little man is really becoming more and more of a handful, but luckily he still love his cuddles with me. And luckily only throws objects over the balcony and not himself yet. </div>
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We've been having a lot of this in my house:</div>
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But it's cool because I have my little cheerleader to balance things out! #lovebeingacheermom</div>
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It's winter time in Maryland, which means manual labor for the kiddos. Luckily Santa brought Parker something to help us with it! </div>
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Honestly I've felt like a craptastic (yeah I just made that up) Mom and I know why now... it's the winter. My personality, body, mind, even spirit HATE the winter and the short days and seriously take a hiatus. So I'm sorry my little babies and Chris for who I become in the winter. I know I'm not a fun person to be around. BUT the days are getting longer! It's light out until almost 6!!! </div>
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More than anything, when I reflect after all of my complaining, I need you babies to know that You Are Important! You ARE so special to me. You ARE amazing and loved. </div>
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Keep growing but always need me, except for the potty, I'm totally okay if you can learn to wipe your own butts now~</div>
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Here's what my typical day looks like:<br />
5:30AM Get up, get ready, get lunches packed, get y'all up (if you're not already up and in my bed begging for TV shows PARKER!)<br />
6:40AM Leave the house for daycare<br />
7:10AM Leave y'all at daycare after setting up your breakfast for you and multiple goodbyes.<br />
8:10AM Arrive to work late, hope no one notices or cares.<br />
Lunch: Run errands we won't have time for later or sleep b/c y'all were waking me up all night<br />
4:40PM Leave work late in case someone did notice me getting in late.<br />
5:30-5:45PM Pick y'all up from school<br />
6:00PM Get home, do homework (yep even in preschool), get you a snack, get dinner ready, eat, etc<br />
7:15 ish Bathtime, bedtime, etc<br />
8:00PM you're in bed, normally<br />
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Now I SHOULD be working out or something, but normally I'm cleaning dishes, doing laundry or something... or heck, i've given up and i'm zoning out on the couch. It's a rats race we live. Soon we'll be adding in weekday activities to try to make our schedules that much more challenging. YEA!<br />
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Just find a job you love babies. It makes it REALLY hard for me every day to go to work knowing that I really want to stay home and take care of y'all and our house. I don't want to be at work... especially one that is so far away (HA i shouldn't be talking with the commute your Daddy has).<br />
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Y'all are lucky you're so darn cute and worth it! Love you to the moon and back.<br />
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Here's some of my issues though with our voting system.<br />
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1. People should HAVE to show a government issued ID! Period the end. AWWW we are discriminating against the poor that can't afford an ID (even though a LARGE majority CAN afford beer)... well we give them food stamps and housing, why not an ID? Think about it!<br />
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2. Our dear president Obama (aka the worst thing ever to happen to this county) is let illegals vote. Um A. They shouldn't even BE here B. They shouldn't be able to get jobs that LEGAL people need and C. They aren't citizens Get them out of here and NO, NO votes for them!<br />
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Fix these and A LOT of the fraud will go out the window.<br />
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Well I thought I would document a few pictures in here since I've just been spouting off at the mouth a lot lately... that might still happen in this post....</div>
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Here's the Family... Still only two kids, trying to keep it that way. If you want to know why we aren't having 3, look at my previous post... oye. I'm still working on winning that weight battle but I'm not too down on myself. I have a lot of improving to do but I'm not BAD looking. I think I look nice, I just want to FEEL nice so I want the weight to go so I have more energy and so I know I'm taking care of myself the way I should! (I brought my one saddle bags to the Rodeo! HA)</div>
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Oh these two. So we have a family we hang out with a lot and LOVE and well, Kinsley loves one of them too! HAHA. OMG it's too much with their cuteness ALL.The.Time.</div>
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This kids started a new school/daycare and it's made SUCH a difference. In this sign it says she's starting her first day of Pre-K but actually she's in the Kindergarten class. That's right my child is a genius! That's right I said it, all you other parents be jealous. Sadly I don't think it's anything I did so I can't give you tips. She's just awesome all on her own accord! (Don't ask me about that face, we're having picture taking issues lately)</div>
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Here's the problem child himself, you see that smile... oye, every.time. He's a hellova handful but that face! *Head to desk* he wiggles his way back in every time. </div>
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This was their first school field trip with the new school. It was fun. I'm just so glad I get to make these memories with them! </div>
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The new school is right up my alley, full of Moms who LOVE doing birthday parties as much as I do! Their budgets are a bit more than mine but the love is still there! Anna and Else attended this one and did face painting and games, so we HAD to dress accordingly! </div>
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We've been keeping busy, every day of every weekend, which is why I'm not on here as much, but see, they are growing and happy! </div>
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A friend joked with me recently that this was my "raise them from the grave" blog now and it's true. My post are centered around now what I want them to know (based on the day and how I'm feeling) if I didn't have anymore days with them. Things I think I would be curious about if my parents passed away before I grew up. Lessons I've learned, etc. I'm not a perfect person, FAR from it, and some of my "Please God Just Go To Sleep" rants are so when they are older they know it's normal to love your kids but need a break. To know I tried my best. To know the normal for us so we don't ever forget. I don't want to forget my sleepless nights and only remember the happy visits to the pumpkin patch because the pumpkin patch isn't our whole story. Our story is about the bonds we made in the middle of the night through a sleepy haze of "hold me momma".<br />
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I love you Kiddos! Keep it Real, Real FUN!<br />
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God forbid I need to go downstairs in the morning to make breakfast or lunches, or hell to get a cup of coffee to deal with your mood swing that I KNOW is coming... no no, forget it. Lord Help me if I need to use the bathroom EVER, it's not allowed (NO MOMMA NO POTTY! WHAAAAAA!).<br />
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I tell you to stop and you wait to see if I really mean it, when you realize I do because I'm coming at your like a swat team you turn into full survival mode and start catapulting anything within reach, toys, pillows, shoes... all fair game.<br />
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I know part of your brattiness if my fault. Honestly I get home and the follow through sounds SO exhausting. And you've been given so many "outs" from people that even you recite them when you're about to get into trouble, "I tired Momma". It wouldn't be all THAT bad except I'm TIRED. You've decided that this is a good time to boycott sleeping. REALLY? You walk into my room on a nightly basis. I walk you back to your room, tuck you and then we rinse and repeat. JUST STAY SLEEP!!!!<br />
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So my dear son, your reckoning is coming and it's named Momma. Oh yeah, brace yourself because I've gotten so tired and annoyed that I'm on the verge of crazy and I might just take that crazy out on every one of your toys! That crazy might just turn itself into only veggies ALL the time, breakfast lunch and dinner until you can say "I love it Momma, more please". Ontil you can stop using your sister as a dart board and tackle dummy and the dog as a horse, there will be a new sheriff in town and I don't think you're going to like her very much, because Momma don't do bratty kids!<br />
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You looking out for your little brother on the moon bounce<br />
You picking out toys from the playroom to give to the less fortunate<br />
You choosing to have all of your friends bring a new toy for charity rather than for you for your birthday<br />
You sticking up for your friends when your other friends are not so nice<br />
You choosing to walk away from a situation you didn't like<br />
You reading<br />
You never giving up<br />
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You make YOU beautiful. Physically many women need validation of their beauty, and physically you're a beautiful little girl, but never put your worth in that beauty. Put your worth in the prayers you say before meals and bedtime, in the actions you show to others. You're a stunning child and I'm so proud of you every day!<br />
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I am a sleeper, always have been, and you are my trial. It's not like you don't need the sleep. If you don't get enough WATCH OUT, because son, you're the King of tantrums. You make them epic, throwing, screaming, vomiting, heart string pulling... oh you're good.<br />
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One day I'm sure I'll look back on this and smile (ha... mmmkay) but not today, today it's war.<br />
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