“You’re a stay-at-home mom? What do you DO all day?”


Read this a while back and couldn’t remember where I had found it. Just happen to stumble across this gem a few minutes ago and well, I’m a stay at home mom and I applaud Matt for standing up and standing out for us. Thank you

The Matt Walsh Blog

It’s happened twice in a week, and they were both women. Anyone ought to have more class than this, but women — especially women — should damn well know better.

Last week, I was at the pharmacy and a friendly lady approached me.

“Matt! How are those little ones doing?”

“Great! They’re doing very well, thanks for asking.”

“Good to hear. How ’bout your wife? Is she back at work yet?”

“Well she’s working hard at home, taking care of the kids. But she’s not going back into the workforce, if that’s what you mean.”

“Oh fun! That must be nice!”

“Fun? It’s a lot of hard work. Rewarding, yes. Fun? Not always.”

This one wasn’t in-your-face. It was only quietly presumptuous and subversively condescending.

The next incident occurred today at the coffee shop. It started in similar fashion; a friendly exchange about how things are coming along with the…

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Experiment fail


As you know, we do family nights on Friday and Saturday. This week I threw in a fun experiment that I just knew would be fun for everybody…

It failed miserably. If you must know, I was making 2 ingredient play dough. Problem was I wanted to see if I could use coconut oil in place of conditioner since my son has severe eczema. This recipe turned out genius but not for pay dough. I did attempt the corn starch and conditioner but I jumped right in without reading how much of what. Miserable disaster. First it was gummy then dry then brittle then back to gummy. I gave up and we just played with the goop with the promise that next time I follow the directions.
As for the coconut oil and corn starch… It was brilliant! Like I said, my son has severe eczema and he was prescribed 5 different steroid creams. 5! He’s only 1.5 years old right now. Well,  I rarely use the steroids unless his flare is that bad. I switch from cream to cream to cream and always use coconut oil.
With this experiment this weekend being a fail, I wasn’t about to waste my precious coconut oil. I put the mixture in the bathroom and when Little Mr came out of the shower, I rubbed him down good with it. I was shocked! The texture was so silky smooth. Feels like smooth velvet. It didn’t liquidify like just the plain oil does. So I was super curious to how it actually felt on my skin. I used it on my face, since I had some small breakouts and face skin is sensitive. I feel in more love if that’s possible. I have some expensive face primer that I use on very special occasions and this feels even better than that.
It’s been 3 days and my son’s flare is almost healed and the texture of my face is smoothing out. Not sure how I made it since it was an accident but only 2 ingredients, can’t be too hard to recreate

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Cornstarch and coconut oil. That’s it. Doesn’t get any simpler.

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Texture looks crumbly but it isn’t, it’s thick and silky. Little bit goes a long way.

Next time I make this, I will keep up with my measurements and get you a better recipe. Hope this goof for me is a good solution for you.

Parenting is a sacrifice


That sounds harsh doesn’t it? Parenting is a loss of freedom. You no longer shower alone, pee alone, cook alone, clean alone, sleep alone or think alone. You also don’t get the luxuries of being in pain alone. You are a parent, you are in pain, what do you do? In my case, I have to wait till my Mr come home to take pain meds that makes me drunk. OR I get to haul all my beautiful babies into a doctor’s office, get those awful stares, comments and get treated as just a stupid woman who can find someone to watch her kids.
I make a decision everyday to be a parent. To put their needs in front of mine. They eat first, then I get leftovers or eat over the stove, they get to watch the new Doc McStuffin’s over me getting a small nap. I will gladly give up things to be able to give to my family.
With three girls you’d think we’d have hair brushing down to a science but no. Sometimes, I brush the same kids hair 3 times and the are times I realize nobody’s hair has been brushed (too busy trying to go pee alone probably).
A these little freedoms you don’t think about, you’re giving them up.
You know what? Looking at the sacrifices I’ve made vs the pleasures I have found, I think I am the one that gets the best deal. I mean, how else would I know that my brand new bottle of shampoo is empty if I didn’t have little helpers around?
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Boo boo kisses


My kids are still mostly in the “mommy I have a boo boo” stage of life. The oldest is getting close to out growing it but still comes to me for love. Most of the time is something very tiny and isn’t something even to be concerned with but to them it’s HUGE. I’m so thankful that mommy kisses still makes things better. Even for oldest.

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Mommy kisses

Mommy kisses are the best medicine

I’m scared of what magic I will need in the future to make things better. Hearts are much harder to heal.

Family Nights


Do you have any family activities that you look forward to? Behavior or circumstances doesn’t stop you from any one thing you do as a family? We have family nights on Friday and Saturday nights. We rent a movie from RedBox,  get all our blankets, pillows and stuffed animals and pile up in the living room together. If all chores have been done through the week, the kids pick something cool, fun or delicious to make before the movie to enjoy.
Usually the mess isn’t an issue. I love spending this time with my kids. We have this really cool popcorn maker that I make “special” popcorn and we mix it with what we’ve baked that night. Usually cake, brownies, cookies or a candy of some sort. Since the kids aren’t allowed sweets, this is always something to look forward to.
Sometimes we do board games. Those are rare cause the girls can’t seem to get along long enough together for that. Summer time it’s bonfires and camping in the back of the truck. This year with the help of Pinterest I’ll be making a summer bucket list. Something to do everyday of summer vacation. I hope to use some homeschooling activities and record our adventures. (and if course I’ll be posting here too)
Do you do anything? If so, leave me a comment and if you have suggestions, I would love to hear them. Looking forward to some new fun

10 things that being a wife and mommy has taught me


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1. Being a lone person made me weak. If I was tired or hurting, I just didn’t do it.

2. I have many faces. Wife, mommy, cook, taxi, doctor, councilor, judge, jury, maid, referee, supporter, advocate, help meet, best friend…

3. I don’t enjoy the things I love. I love the things I don’t enjoy. If I can’t share it with my family, I don’t want anything to do with it.

4. I’m much stronger than I think I am. I must be. My kids think I’m Super Woman

5. There is always something to cook. Kids let you know that because there’s no food doesn’t mean you can’t come up with something.

6. My husband’s voice can calm me better than any drug or alcohol.

7. A shower alone is a treasured moment, even if only long enough to get soap in your eyes

8. A lost blanket can cause your ears to bleed

9. Being my husband’s help meet has filled my life more than I could have ever imagined

10. Each moment passed is a moment gone. Can’t get that moment back. Better pay attention and cherish it, even the bad, cause now it’s a memory

When its red paint


I’m sitting here in my bathtub looking at what a week ago made me so angry, today makes me laugh. See, a week ago me and the kids came home from my parents pulling a trailer with a lawn mower and a gallon of red oil based paint in it. It just happened that the paint turned over and spilled.
My 5 and 3 just thought that was the coolest thing to play in while I was in the house unpacking all our stuff. There was red paint all over them. More of the paint on them than in the trailer. I was seeing red beyond the paint. Had them come in and take a bath which left my tub red. Not bad but red.
The next day, the same two girls sneak outside and play again. This time more red gets on them. They decide to wash the baby boys white blonde hair in it. I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t even speak. I text Mr so see if he knew what to do, he asked his mom (professional painter) and we only come up with WD40. I run through the house pulling stuff out with no avail. Ran to the bathroom and saw my coconut oil that I use for my hair. I get a chuck of it and started slathering it all in his hair. Guess what?! The paint turned to water!!! It took it off his severe eczema rashed skin too without irritating it more he is flared due to the trip.  (Thank you LouAna) I tested it on the tub and it wiped the paint right out. (So if you ever need to remove oil based paint easily and quickly, reach for the pure coconut oil.)
Back to sitting in the tub. I see this red paint that is still everywhere and I think how funny it was that I was so angry and upset. These are little moments that are funny. They happen all the time but the funny part is always seen after the fact. You know what, paint can be cleaned up. I’m not so sure now that I really want it all cleaned…

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