This Is Just A Season

Wednesday, October 31, 2018



It's been a long time since I've written a blog post- and I hate starting with that because that's just stating the obvious. I always think of things to sit down and write about but the actual act of pulling out my laptop without fingers bashing it or someone screaming for YouTube is never a reality for me.
But alas, here I am, #1 in school, #2 with an iPad in his lap indulging in his own screen time, and I've found a moment to write. Or vent. You can decide which it is.
Today was just like any other day, waking up to screaming "MOMMMMY GET ME OUT" before the sun has even shown itself. I retrieve the Baby Boss and start our "routine" of the day which is really just letting him do every.single.thing. himself before we even make it down the stairs. Turns on the light. Turns off the sound machine. Turns on the hallway light. Must unlock the door for the dog to go out. Must let the dog back in. 
One misstep from me- God forbid I turn that handle- and all HELL breaks lose.
And this is how I live my life now- giving into the demands of this little human who has complete control over my life because I can't even handle the aftermath if something goes awry. 
But it has to STOP. And I realized this today as my oldest BEGGED me to walk him into school. This is something I dread, and we've been doing a car line situation since the beginning of the school year and it has been such a God-send for so many reasons. 
But he really wanted me to, so we pulled into a spot, and I unbuckled them both to get out of the car. #2 is instantly distracted by all of the fallen acorns and refuses to walk on the sidewalk. Then refuses to hold my hand to walk across the street.
And then... the doors.
If there is an automatic door (handicap button) or a key-fob situation, #2 absolutely MUST do it himself. That means nobody- not me, not the little old lady, not some other kid, can press that damn button. 
And as we're walking up to school this morning, he is literally screaming and crying at the top of his lungs because a family used their fob and walked in. And of course, I'm trying to diffuse the situation, try and pick him up, and he TODDLER'ed me immediately. I had to throw him under my arm and walk in with this banshee child- who has now discovered the acoustics in the building and becomes increasingly louder and louder as we walk through the hallways.
I turned to #1 and said, "THIS is why we do the car line." He agreed.
I'm so burnt out over this. You guys, I can't even make my damn COFFEE in the morning. If he hears the sound of the Keurig from the other room, it is like the world has just ended. And you know who is at fault? It's me. It's all me. I've created this monster and I have no friggin' clue how to fix it. 
I somehow managed to convince him to get in the stroller and walk the dog, and it calmed me down (for a good 30 minutes). It got me thinking though- this is just a season. I've heard it before... but my oldest was pretty well behaved and now that I look back on it, had a very mild terrible-two phase. But whatever I thought was awful, or hard or challenging back then, did pass. We learned from it and moved on to the next thing.  
But I'm in the season NOW, and it's hard ya'll. I'm walking on eggshells around a two-year-old. How ridiculous does that sound? And I beat myself up when I see other more well-behaved, laid-back kids and that's just stupid because everyone has their own challenges. I know it will get better, it will eventually get easier, but this season we're in is L O N G and seems like there is no end in sight. I'm not sure how many more times I can carry my kid like a surfboard entering/exiting public places while I have a fake-ass smile plastered on my face for each person I encounter. 
"Hi. How are you? Ha! I know right?! Kids."
I'm ready for this season of tantrums and toddler demands to be over...
...then I can vent about the other horrible things my kids are doing that makes me want to flee the country ;) 
Happy Halloween!








Comparison is the Thief of Joy

Thursday, July 26, 2018


This quote has been resonating with me in a lot of aspects of my life as of late. I knew I was doing it, everyday almost, but then someone, a complete stranger, actually put it into clear-as-day words for me and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
As you may know, this year has been about working on myself. Like many mamas out there, I started to lose myself in the daily grind of motherhood. The early mornings, the meal prepping, the shuffling between activities, the refereeing of two active boys and navigating emotions on a 24-hour schedule. Everyday is a routine. And somewhere along the way, I couldn't see myself in any of it. I was here. I was happy. But there was just something missing.

From that point, I had to find something to fill that void in my life. I didn't know what it was going to be, but I just needed SOMETHING. I started to DO more. More meeting up with girlfriends, more nights out, out of the ordinary things like going horseback riding on a Tuesday night. Those times started to recharge me and made me feel good.

I put more time and effort into my small business. I take pride in connecting with my customers, making sure their needs are met and they are happy. I'm happy with how far I've come in about a year and a half. I feel uplifted by the community I'm in and the team I'm a part of, something I also felt was missing in my life. I'm inspired by all the cheerleaders who celebrate all my small wins- even if I've never met them personally.

I also started taking ballet in January and have been taking classes weekly, now twice a week (thanks to my husband who has so graciously taken over Tuesday and Thursday nights so I can do this). I needed a challenge for myself- both physically and mentally and I've been wanting to return to ballet for the longest time. This has been something that's been driving me to be better, work harder, and LEARN. I missed a week of ballet due to a beach vacation, and honestly I was sad. I was sad I wasn't in a studio and dancing and learning something new.

And here is my thief of joy- in all of these endeavors, these things that I actually was seeking and tried to make a part of my life, I compare. I compare myself to these other women who seemingly have it all. I compare myself to my teammates and their successes in business. I compare myself to women in my ballet class who are better than me.

And why? I wish I knew.

Several weeks ago the director of the dance studio I attend suggested I take a more advanced class. "Just come try it. It'll be a challenge, but it will be good for you." To be honest, I liked the class I was in and felt really comfortable where I was, but I was looking for the next step. Big fish small pond.

I was so nervous that night to take that class, seeing all those women in the hallway stretching and wearing cute variations of leotards and shorts and tights. I instantly hated what I wore (I mean really, who cares, right?) and even though everyone was nice and welcoming I was already thinking about my exit. Small fish big pond.

But alas, class went on and I held on for DEAR LIFE. I truly felt like a floundering fish across the floor, just trying to keep up with the girl in front of me. By the end of the class, my face was beet red and my body felt like it had been beaten up. I did it. I survived. I called my husband the second I got in the car.

"How was it?" he asked me. "HARD. IT WAS SO HARD. I really suck." And you know what? I did suck that night. But when he told me that this was supposed to be fun for me, not stressful or frustrating, and that ONE DAY I will get there, I really had to give myself a reality check.

Because he's right. This HAS been making me happy, so why would I let this totally ruin it for me?

I've taken that particular night (and really, a few more nights after that as I stuck it out with a few more of those classes) as a time to really check myself and stop comparing myself to other people, to other outcomes, and to what I THINK is supposed to be the way of doing things. I'm on my own path, and if I can just be focused on improving myself instead of PROVING myself, then maybe I can get out of my own head and truly find that joy- instead of letting all those thoughts steal it away from me.

I mean, who would have thought that ballet would have taught me this lesson? But it has. And it's a good reminder for me each and every week. It's reminded me to be present with my kids and love on them even though they don't voluntarily eat vegetables. It's reminded me to proud of how far I've come in my business as I continue to watch it grow and flourish. It's reminded me that I've done a pretty kickass job as a wife and mother.

If this is you too- if you're constantly comparing (I mean, who doesn't from time to time?) then try and remember this- don't let that steal your joy. Keep on keepin' on. Keep on working on yourself, FOR yourself. I'm no life coach, I'm still working out my own $*!*, but I can pretty much guarantee that you can never truly be happy if you're always looking left and right.

Keep. Moving. Forward.


Spring Break Meltdown

Monday, March 26, 2018



It's the first day of Spring Break here, and by 6pm this evening, I was done. 
So done.

I've said NO 187,239 times. 
I've buckled and unbuckled 28 times.
I've thrown away two pounds of wasted, uneaten food.
I've chased a fast little bugger down sidewalks, around playgrounds, and in the post office. 
I've been called "Bad Mommy" and "Not Cool".
Even worse- someone (who will remain nameless) told me to S-H-U-T  U-P.
(GASP)
I've had to prevent injuries like broken necks and limbs from my baby Steve-O who has taken a liking to jumping off the side of the couch and testing his limits on the open sections of playground equipment. 
I've caught noodles in my hair.
I've threatened to put all toys in a trash bag and give to other little boys down the street. (Because, WHY, why do they never actually play with their toys?)
And then, I put both my kids to bed when the sun was still shining.
After that, I devoured five chocolate hearts leftover from Valentine's Day that I found in the pantry, followed by a big ol' glass of wine. 
Because I was done.
I'm going to go to bed hoping that tomorrow will be less stressful, less chaotic, and more loving.  
But let's be realistic. 
It won't be less stressful. 
It won't be less chaotic. 
But please, please less whining, more snuggling, and more out-of-the-blue 'I love you's'.
Please. 
Because for God's sake, it's only Monday.



Love Grows Best in Little Houses

Thursday, February 8, 2018


We've been in our townhouse for almost 3 years. To be honest, I wasn't thrilled that we were moving from one townhouse to the next, but I was excited about owning our home for the first time.
I hate townhouse living. I hate being attached to someone. I hate the narrow backyard. I hate worrying about the dog barking at all hours of the day, or the kids kicking soccer balls against the wall. It's all just... too close for comfort
My husband will often joke, "Do you even like this house?" and the answer is yes, yes I do. I actually do. We've put a lot of work into this house and have changed so much in the past few years- but it's tight, and it's loud. Like SO loud. With 2 grown adults, 2 kids, 2 cats and a dog- I already feel like this house is bursting at the seams. 



The thought of my boys getting any bigger, any louder or more rambunctious sends me into instant panic attack mode. Sometimes, I feel like we've already outgrown this house, as crazy as it seems. Yes, I know this makes me sound like some awful ungrateful brat, but let me just tell ya'll it is some real tight-knit community living up in my house.

The acoustics are enough to make your ears bleed when the kids are running around like chickens with their heads cut-off and the dog is barking nonstop at every single thing passing on the road. There's a reason why I never really host playdates- my house would probably crumble to the ground with three more bodies barreling from room to room. This little house just can't take it. (Neither can my head).

But once in a blue moon I'll get this most perfect view. Central to everything. Hearing the laughter and squeals from my boys who are riding back and forth from one room to the next. I get a brief moment to enjoy it before someone falls and cries or jumps on the couch and spills my wine. It makes me love our little house because we're always together. Always close.

It made me think of that 90's country song "Little Houses". Yep. I totally went there.

"But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this."

Now the level of "communication" that goes on in our tiny house is a whole lot of shouting (I don't remember Bill and Sue ever screaming over their kids and a dog that never shuts up) but regardless of the noise, it's cozy and quaint. And I do love it. And sometimes it's just nice to sit and appreciate what we've built together for our little family and really enjoy being together.

Our little, loud, crazy family in our little house. 


About Those Resolutions...

Sunday, January 14, 2018


So we're already two weeks into the new year, and like most people who actually make resolutions, I'm still trying to follow through with mine. Most of them on my list were the typical "lose weight" (almost there), "drink less"  (still working on that) and "spend less money" (impossible with Amazon Prime) that makes everyone's list every year. But the ones that are really the most important to me are my resolutions to be more present with my family and to focus on self-care. 
I get sucked into social media pretty easily--seriously, who doesn't? But because my R+F business is 99% online- posting, training, and communicating- I have to be focused on what I'm doing throughout the day so I'm not constantly on my phone. I've had to really be more conscious about setting time aside for "work"- like when the kids are napping or after bedtime. This is good for two reasons: My business is super flexible so I can still work when I need to and I don't always have my phone on me 24/7. It's a small change but will likely make a big difference. 
My resolution to focus on self-care isn't just one thing in particular. It's going to get a pedicure by myself, meeting friends for drinks or coffee, getting some time each day to just sit in silence. It's forcing myself to get out of my yoga pants and exercise clothes and actually WEAR the clothes in my closet. Seriously though, it's so difficult to find the motivation to look like an actual functioning member of society when you're at home with two young kids. I wore jeans 4 times last week. FOUR TIMES.

But aside from that, I've also vowed to push myself a little outside my comfort zone by meeting new people and trying new things. It's so hard to do both of these things as we get older. We don't have the time, it intimidates us, we can't find something (or people) that interest us, the list goes on and on. We just keep making excuses and months and years go by and nothing has happened.

Regrettably, this has been me for the longest time. So, I started the year off with something that has forced me to meet new people and try something different: I enrolled in a 10-week adult ballet class. Yep.  I'm 31 and back in a leotard. 

I've wanted to do this for a LONG time. I'm always researching dance studios and classes in my area but I'm usually super intimidated by what's offered. Other than my yearly appearance to dance with the VCU Gold Rush Dancers and Alumni (and the daily dance parties in my kitchen with my kids), I haven't actually d a n c e d in like, a really long time. I wasn't ready to throw myself in a class of "adults" (read: 18 year olds) and look like the old lady who's trying to make a comeback. Because let's be honest-It's been at least twenty years since I've done a single tendú.



I came across the opportunity just about a week ago when a former co-worker of mine had posted about a local studio offering the class.  I saved the info, thought about it for a couple of days, and sent it to Greg. It's a time commitment- every Saturday for an hour for 10 weeks, so I texted him and said, "Can I do this?" Thankfully he didn't laugh, but told me I absolutely should, and I registered right away.

 I was super nervous going to my class on Saturday. I knew it was a beginner class so I didn't think it'd be too scary, but just going there by myself and not having a friend with me as a crutch was kind of a big obstacle for me. But once the class started, we started going over positions and warming up at the barre, it all came back to me. Maybe it's like riding a bike?  My twenty-year muscle memory was working in my favor and things started to flow. Not gracefully, by any means. But it was flowing...

And because I'm such an emotional mess, when the music came on and the director came over to correct my alignment when I was in élevé, my eyes started to well up. I kept thinking, "OMG don't cry, don't cry, don't cry!" I literally had to talk myself out of becoming a blubbering mess. I had a lot of emotions rush over me all at once- the memories of those early Saturday mornings decades ago during rehearsals, the excitement of my first pointe shoes, the sounds of the teacher and the music. Those were the best memories.  


And then I just instantly had this huge feeling of accomplishment. 

I'm doing this. I'm ACTUALLY doing this. 

So there you have it. There's a lot on my plate for this year. I've set big goals for myself and there are a lot of things I want to change, but I think I've set myself up to be successful. I want to be a better mom and wife, I want to be healthier, and I want to continue to grow and learn. In order to do that, I need to push myself just beyond what I'm comfortable doing. Maybe this is my pre-mid-life crisis- who knows. What I do know is 2018 will be a great reset button for me to work on myself so that the other areas in my life will be better too. 

What are your resolutions? What things have you wanted to do that you keep putting off? Stick to them. Make yourself feel proud and accomplished. 

And DO THE THINGS.