I felt stuck in this valley alone – Isn’t that often the way we feel when our minds deceive us – alone. My thought life ran rapid. I regularly thought negative and had bad dreams. Those dreams often ended with me thinking my family was better off with out me. I know this isn’t true.… Continue reading Overcoming Mom Guilt
Home vs work. Both are work. Both add value to our family. Both contribute to purpose and one isn’t better then the other. It’s been nearly 3 months that I started working outside the home after being a stay at home mom for about 10 years. I got a job in my field as an… Continue reading My life being a stay at home mom vs working mom
They say the days are long the years are quick. They’re right. I can’t believe that April 9th of 2009 was my last day of work before gaining the Title Mom. Our first daughter arrived in early May. Now we have three daughters and time has gone by so quick! Last month, March 4th to be exact,… Continue reading Working outside the home
Meal prep. The words themselves stress some people. I’ve been asked about my meal prep routine and decided I’d share it with all of you. Keep it simple – I admire those people who devote an entire day to meal prep. However, I’m not one of them. When I’m cutting veggies for dinner, I cut… Continue reading Meal prep routine
Food. Junk food. Pop. Coffee. Negativity, to name a few. But we can’t forget the big ones, you know – drugs, alcohol and pornography. Whatever your bad habit or addiction is, it’s a struggle to change it. It takes time. It takes patience. It takes perseverance! Some are blessed to have those desires destroyed right… Continue reading The struggle is real – one day at a time.
I don’t remember my mom making macaroni and cheese growing up. I remember her making delicious soup, I remember that Sundays after church we would stop by the bakery and buy fresh Italian bread and dip it in olive oil and balsamic vinegar. And I can remember her letting me hold her cup of coffee… Continue reading The best macaroni and cheese recipe!!
Coke bottle. That’s how some of my high school friends described my body. A coke bottle – All the curves in all the right places. Even then, I didn’t fully believe my body was anything to look at. It wasn’t until after I had children that I missed and appreciated those curves. After having children I started… Continue reading the wife of his youth
