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Just Be Thankful For What You Got

Excuse the dust. I’m trying to make some changes and I’m frustrated that I can’t find a layout that I like. It’ll be back pretty around these parts…eventually #carryon

*Diamond in the back, sunroof top….Y’all don’t know nothing about that. Nothing!*

The other night I had to go to the grocery store and as I was getting closer to home I started to complain in my head about the fact that I was going to have to unload all of the groceries, get the kids in the house and feed them and put the groceries up all by myself because the Mr. got called in to work.

Then it hit me. While I’m sitting there complaining about the fact that I had to lug a significant amount of groceries in the house that were paid for without Peter missing any of his coins in an effort to pay Paul I felt bad. As if I really wasn’t being taught a lesson Mr. came home while I was feeding the children and the groceries were still all over the floor. Without a word he started to clean out the refrigerator and put up all of the groceries without me asking.

I’m ungrateful.

Seriously. Mad because I have groceries to eat, healthy kids, a decent car from which to pull these groceries and a door that belongs to me in which to stick and turn my key. Reality check homie.

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I don’t have time for my own foolery. I urge you daily to take inventory of ALL that you have. No matter how bad we may think our situation or minor discomforts are there are so many people who have bigger and lesser fish to fry.

Are you active in your community assisting the less fortunate? I am not as active as I would like but I am going to make sure I get out and do more. Sometimes we need reality checks..they pay the best.

Be honest. Lately, what have you taken for granted?

 

Children Lil Mama Milestones

Co-Sleep = No-Sleep

We semi co-sleep. As in, she starts off in her bed and migrates to ours sometime in the wee hours of the morning. Remember this….

Yeah, so since she has free reign to remove herself from her now toddler bed I welcome her sweet face into our bed when she feels the urge, which is every night.

She is my last baby and I adore feeling her little body nestled under mine as I enjoy my tiny sliver of bed real estate which is usually on the very edge. Her feet in my back or my hair tangled in her hand. I really do. I enjoy these moments because I will never experience them again.

I write this at 4:30 a because she punched me in my face in my sleep and now I’m up. PUNCHED! Yes, my face is hurting. I wanted to cry. I didn’t know what hit me, and to think she never woke up. The sleep place violence is becoming increasingly and increasingly more prevalent and I know I can’t make her stay in her bed so I need some suggestions. My son slept with my mother when she was alive and when she died we didn’t have an issue with him he was old enough to stay in his own bed.

How did you rectify the bed bullying?

Signed Tired, Weary, and Abused