It was a beautiful, sunny morning and we were RUSHING once again. We had a doctor’s appointment and just trying to get out of the car with a four and two year old is a major production. As we walked to the door, I had Ladybug on my hip, Pumpkin’s brand new tablet (brand new-like purchased the day before) in one hand, and I was reaching for Pumpkin so he wouldn’t get out of reach in the parking lot. Well, in the midst of all this drama, I completely missed the curb and fell face first. TALK ABOUT COMPLETE EMBARRASSMENT AND FEAR. I was afraid that I had hurt Ladybug, broke the tablet screen (not to mention the tablet needed to be returned because the cord was already broken), and sprained my ankle IN FRONT OF AN OFFICE FULL OF WINDOWS AND PEOPLE. So, I got my fat behind (insert other word here) up, checked Ladybug (who was just as stunned), gave the tablet the once over, made sure Pumpkin was on the sidewalk and not running in the parking lot, and entered the office. I just knew the assistants and other patients were either going to be laughing, concerned, or both. Much to my surprise, we were the first patients of the day so no one saw a thing. There were no other patients in the office and the front desk was so busy with preparing for the day-they didn’t notice anything going on outside. I WAS SAVED FROM EMBARRASSMENT. Ladybug was very concerned about my boo-boos, Pumpkin was concerned about his tablet, and I was thankful that my fall ended up being a major embarrassment only to me. I ended up with a horribly skinned elbow, hand, and a sore knee. After I cleaned my wounds, I chuckled a bit and reflected. This fall taught me so many lessons, it is unbelievable. Paraphrasing the words of Jay-Z, I literally got up and brushed the dirt of my shoulder (although, it was more like my knees).
In life we trip, we stumble, we fall. In our family we have mismanaged funds, lost sight of making God a priority in our home, and made a ton of other mistakes. I have lost my focus and purpose, allowed business ventures fail, and stopped dreaming. This fall taught me that it’s the recovery that matters. At home we literally stopped what we were doing and tackled every issue one step at a time. One day we simply opened the lines of communication about our household finances. One Sunday, we found a church online and just went and have been going ever since. On my way to work, I started crying and praying to God and I’m slowly finding my purpose and picking my business up right where it is. Day by day, step by step, dream by dream, I am picking myself up, taking quick assessments, and moving forward. Otherwise, I will stay broken and bruised on that cold, hard concrete and no one will know.
My dear friend made an hour long car drive (which is not uncommon in Houston) to drop off clothes and baby essentials (crib mattress, changing pads, diaper genie) that she no longer uses. I have a sister and sister-and-law expecting this summer and these items will be greatly appreciated. (Now if you are one of those moms that believes hand me downs are beneath you and your little….keep reading. You’ll change your mind at some point after their arrival.) I was/am one of those moms that takes it all and sorts through it later. We were blessed before my son was born to have great friends that gave us a bassinet and activity center. And now my friends and I are in such a groove of rotating clothes and items that it is ridiculous (see pic above). This winter I really could have survived with only buying Ladybug underwear and been just fine (I did buy a few pieces I couldn’t resist.).
You know as well as I do that your angels wear clothes and shoes for a hot second in their early years. And you also know how frustrating it is when you are trying to make those now high water jeans you just purchased two weeks ago last another two months. If you have your own circle of moms or know of a mom that might be interested, I highly suggest organizing a closet swap. The benefits are endless.
In the past month I’ve hosted two baby showers, so I’m in the shower/party planning mood. Last year, I assisted my mom with hosting a bridal shower for my sister and as a gift my mom gave her a dating jar. The truth is: I created the jar and gave my mom all the credit until now. Its a jar filled with dating ideas that range in spontaneity and cost. It ended up being a hit with the bride and my mom was smiling from ear to ear.
This jar is beyond easy to create. It’s so easy that I forgot to take a picture of the finished product. Seriously, I’ll say it again, crafts are not my thing, so if I can do it, I KNOW you can do it.
Colored tongue depressors
Thin Sharpie marker
Decorative Jar (or create your own)
I color categorized the date ideas (click for ideas) for easier planning for the couple:
- Write one date idea per category on each depressor.
- Place the depressors in a decorative jar and present to the bride!
It was a great morning at least it seemed that way. The angels were dressed, armed with fruit snacks, and ready to go. And guess who couldn’t find her keys? You guessed it…..Mommy. I texted work and let them know that I would be late. I searched all over the house and after 15 minutes, I finally had a breakthrough. Pumpkin said, “Your keys are in the dining room.” I said, “Oh! Show Mommy where you saw them.” So, now, I’m following a 4 year old through the house to look for my keys. And that was a complete witch hunt. I’m asking over and over, “Where did you see Mommy’s keys? Were they on the table? In the plant? On the chair?” And the only responses I’m receiving are, “Oh, Mommy, I don’t remember.” “Look over there.” “Maybe I forgot.” It finally clicked for me after ten minutes of these shenanigans that the boy had no clue of the whereabouts of my keys. And then it was as if I was hit with a lightening bolt, I ran to the couch and found my keys buried under the pillows. I remember sitting them on the arm of the couch Sunday night. The entire process took 30 minutes and pushed my commute back about 45 minutes. Needless to say, we all arrived at work and school late but safe. Lessson learned.
Be. Prepared. I clearly learned my lesson on this particular morning. I have committed a slice of my evenings to being fully prepared for the next day or upcoming week. My evenings are now prioritized by what is mandatory for the next day.
- When I come home from the grocery store, I spend time cleaning the fridge and cutting the fruit before putting away groceries.
- I select outfits for the angels and myself (even my gym bag) for the week.
- I pack lunches and breakfast the night before.
- Jackets, bags, and keys are in a centralized location. (I’ve been pinteresting and a mud corner is in the works.)
- Pictured above is my Bible Study Basket stocked with my journals, pens, bible, and study materials for my morning studies.
The extra work I’m putting forth on the front end has made my mornings that much more pleasurable. And I need all the morning sunshine I can get because I am NOT a morning person you can ask anyone from my angels to my college sweetheart (husband) to my college bestie. I challenge you to make one little adjustment every night. I guarantee you will not be disappointed.