I love, love, love, online shopping.
No crazy people stalking you down in the parking lot for your parking spot.
No rude people pushing their way thru the crowds.
No need to drag myself & the little man out in the cold.
No long lines or bags to hustle around...
You get the point.
Shopping online is way more painless. I can sip coffee and search for the best deal in my PJ's while the little man happily plays with his toys.
So since it's the eve of Cyber-Monday-the biggest ONLINE shopping day of the year- I thought I'd post a few online shopping tips for you.
Ebates is amazing because it's so easy. Shop 1000's of retailers through their site and you get anywhere from 2-20% cash back on all your purchases. If that wasn't easy enough, they also provide you with coupon codes so you don't have to check a million places for them. So far I have shopped 3 places, and I already have $36 dollars in cash back coming to me. All you do is shop the places you normally would and then every quarter they mail you a check for your cash back. Go to Ebates.com for more info or to sign up!
My biggest tip for using the site is to check it daily. Everyday there is a Deal of the Day and/or usually a site that is offering double cash back. On Friday I got 12% back from Shutterfly. Follow them on Facebook and Twitter for the latest deals too.
*Before you check out on any website Google the stores name and coupons. You can almost always find a code for free shipping or a % off your purchase. You can also check sites like CouponCabin.com for promotional codes.
*Online shopping is great because you can do price comparisons before you buy. Check out sites like Bizrate.com or Shopzilla.com for the best deal on what you want.
*If the store you are buying from does site to store shipping, choose this option and save on shipping fee's.
*Really like something but aren't sure if you really want it?? Put it in your cart and leave it there for a few days. Some companies will send you an email or offer you a promo code when you go back for it.
*Always be aware of the stores return policy before you buy. Even big box and well know chain stores may have different policies for goods purchased online. Check before you buy!
Come back tomorrow for Mom Friendly Meals and some other goodies!!
I lothe Black Friday. Mostly because up until last year it was the most dreaded day of the year for me. Most people think of Black Friday as a day of deals and bargain shopping but to me it is utter chaos. People turn into savages just to save a few bucks. And as someone that use to work in the retail industry, I promise you that most of the deals on Black Friday are not worth getting up at 2am, standing in line for 3 hours, or risking bodily harm for. It's all such a desperate marketing ploy by retailers and it's hilarious how people just eat it up!
***I promise I'm not this pessimistic about all shopping. I'm just a little jaded about this day. I have some real horror stories!!***
1. Black Friday is Retail Hell. I worked retail for a long time so I tend to stay away from the craziness. It's not worth the few bucks I may save. .
2. Christmas shopping this year will probably be last minute. I have no idea what to get anyone.
3. Holiday shopping makes me happy. I love shopping...even when it's for someone else! .
4. This year my Christmas list will include... I have no idea. Sure there are lots of things I want-maid service anyone??-but there is nothing I really need. Target gift cards are always appreciated though!.
5. Bargain hunter, or full price shopper? A little of both. I'll use a coupon or check ads to see who has the best price but I'm not all crazy about it.
6. The best and worst things about shopping is...to me I love the feeling of finding the perfect gift. One you know the person is going to love. That said I hate crowds and the super crazy people that come out this time of year. And parking is always a nightmare.
7. Online shopper or in-person shopper? Because I'm not a fan of crowds I usually look for online deals first and then finish up any last minute shopping at the stores.
I planned on this being a longer post but the little man is going though some brutal teething and I spent most of last night up with him. It's funny because I thought we sailed through the early teeth pretty painlessly, but these pre-molars are really doing a number on him.
That said, as I was rocking my little boy to sleep last night I reflected on this past year and all the big...and little things I am grateful for. Here's my list...
*The beautiful blonde hair boy with big blue eyes that greets me with a smile every morning. I could write millions of pages filled with the things he does that I am thankful for, but the joy that fills my heart in that moment that I see his little face pretty much sums it all up.
*My husband. Not only am I thankful for the wonderful father he has become, but I a thankful for the wonderful husband he continues to be. I am grateful that he washes bottles and lets me sleep in sometimes, and I am thankful that he does all of this without me ever having to ask.
*My family. We were not always so close, but this past year a lot of relationships have been mended and I am thankful for that.
*My Other Family-aka my in laws. I seriously got so lucky is this department because all my in laws are the best. I actually look forward to spending time with them! And this year, more than ever I am thankful for them and all the help they have given us with Jack. It brings me such joy to know that Jack is surrounded by so much love.
*I am thankful that we can afford for me to mostly stay home with Jack and that I have a part time job that is flexible in allowing me to do so!
*I am thankful for good health and a happy home.
*I am thankful for my many good friends in real life and through the intrawebs.
*I am thankful for little things, like Mint Truffle Hershey Kisses, my DVR, flavored coffee creamer, family nap time, McDonald's picnic's, and Eskimo kisses.
I love Thanksgiving! And I love Thanksgiving leftovers almost as much. If you aren't sure what to do with all the Turkey and leftover trimmings just google "Thanksgiving leftovers recipes" and I'm sure you can find something you'll like. For me, my leftovers go to making 2 things. Sandwiches and my Leftover Thanksgiving Casserole.
The perfect leftover Turkey Sandwich is a little fancier than just throwing your leftovers on some bread or a roll and calling it a day. I prefer mine this way...
Lightly butter and toast 2 slices of Vienna/French bread. Mix a dash of poultry seasoning with some mayo and spread over both slices. Spread a layer of stuffing on the bottom piece of bread, followed by Turkey.
Enter "The MoistMaker" ***remember the episode of Friends where Ross gets mad because someone ate his Turkey Sandwich with "The MoistMaker"?? I had to try it for myself and it was life changing. As a matter of fact I would put a slice of gravy soaked bread on every sandwich if I could***
So do yourself a favor and cut a thin slice of bread and soak it in a bit of warmed up leftover gravy. Add on top of the Turkey, a little more stuffing, and a drizzle of cranberry sauce. Best.Sandwich.Ever.
If sandwiches aren't your thang then try this casserole which is super easy to make. It was adapted from this Rachel Ray recipe for Thanksgiving Leftover Dip. While you could certainly enjoy it as a dip, I prefer to just throw it all together, top with a little cheddar cheese and French's Fried Onions and eat it as is. Whichever way you prefer...ENJOY!!
Leftover Thanksgiving Casserole/Dip
2 tablespoons butter, melted
Leftover cranberry sauce
Leftover turkey, shredded
Leftover gravy, warmed
Leftover mashed potatoes
Leftover crusty bread, cut into big chunks
Leftover cornbread, cut into big chunk
Yields: 6 servings
Preheat the oven to 400°F.
Brush an 8X8” baking dish with the melted butter. Add leftover stuffing to the bottom of the pan, squishing it down a little bit. Continue layering the pan with the cranberry sauce, shredded turkey, gravy and mashed potatoes. (Drizzle any leftover melted butter on the top of the potatoes to get them extra browned on top!) Place the dish on a cookie sheet in the oven and bake until the mashed potatoes are golden brown and the inside is heated through. Use the leftover crusty and corn bread to scoop into the dip.
What is your favorite thing to do with Thanksgiving Leftovers??
I didn't really mean to stay away for so long but the truth is I enjoyed my little vacation from blog land. Last week I celebrated my little boys first birthday. Tuesday was his actual birthday but Saturday we celebrated with a big party that I was a little obsessive over. I made an elaborate banner that fell down every 4 minutes, cupcake stands that got ruined by over frosted cup cakes and monkey cupcakes, my one shining glory. (Although we had 50 cupcakes for the party and maybe needed 20. I still ended up bringing home 30 or so and that was with sending some home with people!)
All in all, I probably could have cut back a bit and saved myself some stress but I still had a great time and I know Jack did too! Sunday night, Kevin and I were treated to a fabulous dinner in the city. We went to Joe's Stone Crab, Seafood and Steakhouse to celebrate my best friend Megan's 30th birthday. Her brother is the assistant manager there and he hooked us up big time. The food was amazing and it was such a nice way to unwind from the crazy week we had. We were also lucky enough to sit right next to some of the Chicago Bears who were dining after that days game. Being a huge football fan, I was a little giddy to know that Devin Hester, Johnny Knox and Tommie Harris were eating right next to me. Though I would have loved to meet them, it was a classy establishment and I didn't want to interrupt their dinner, so I just gushed from afar!
This week has been back to life as usual. Next week, I plan on returning back to my regularly scheduled blogging, so I promise that Mom Friendly Meals and Working Mom Wednesday posts will be up this week. And of course I have to participate in Fill in the Blanks Friday, my new favorite weekly post! This week's theme is my favorite holiday EVER...Thanksgiving!!! Join in the fun at The Little Things We Do!
1. My Thanksgiving plans this year: Going to my sister in law's for Turkey. Best part- she lives 5 minutes away!!
2. My favorite Thanksgiving was last years. It was Jack's first Thanksgiving, and since he was just a few weeks old, we hosted. Even though sometimes our house is a bit cramped when we host, I still love it. We had a great day and I particularly loved Jack's turkey onesie that said "I'm Stuffed"!
3. My signature Thanksgiving dish is ever changing. Kevin and I are big foodies and are always looking for a new exciting dish to make. One thing we always make the day AFTER is our Leftover Thanksgiving Casserole...I'll be featuring the recipe on Monday and I promise you won't want to miss it. 4. My favorite Thanksgiving food is Everything!! I'm not picky on Thanksgiving! 5. Thanksgiving free association! Football, Family, Turkey, Relaxing, Stuffing, Feeling Stuffed, Great Food and Great Times!
6. Thanksgiving is my most favorite holiday. All you have to do is eat and watch football! How great is that?! For me it is one of the least stressful holidays because aside from the food, there is no prep work involved. Also, it is a wonderful day to reflect on your life and think about the things you are truly grateful for!
7. I am thankful for ...a beautiful son that lights up my world, a husband that is my best friend and has shown me a life that I truly cherish everyday, the best in-laws ever, family that is always in my heart no matter how near or far, good health, a cozy home, good friends, good food, and good wine!
This blogging vacation has been a nice little break. Tuesday was my little boy's 1st Birthday and I wanted to stay as unplugged as possible so I could really soak up the day! It turned out to be a warm and beautiful day, so we went into the city and to the Shedd Aquarium. It was a good thing it was a free day there though, because Jackson wasn't really feeling it! Later that night we went home and had cake and let him open a few presents. The cake thing scared him, and he didn't tear into it like I thought he would which made clean-up a lot easier! We'll see how it goes Saturday, when we are having a small party with friends and family!
I love Fill in Friday's. It's a great, quick post and I love to read the other bloggers that link up!
The most spontaneous thing I've ever done was- I guess I would have to say moving in with my husband when we were dating. We had only been dating for a few months and I still didn't know a ton about him, but it just felt right.
The best gift I've ever received was of course my baby boy was the best gift ever. But if I am talking about a wrapped up and bought at the store kind of gift, it would have to be the gift I got for Mother's day this year. I'm not a big jewelry person, but I have always loved those antique-y looking rings with the chocolate diamonds (chocolate & diamonds- how could a girl NOT love these!)and other gems. Kev totally surprised me by getting me beautiful one and I love it! A time that I was truly and genuinely surprised see above. I could say when Kev proposed, which kind of was a surprise, but we were dating for so long I had a feeling it was coming. Also, when I was 16 some friends threw me a little surprise party and totally surprised the heck out of me. I can't leave the house without my phone.
My favorite day of the week is having a job where your schedule is all over the place makes it hard to have a "fav" but honestly lately my favorite day is Monday. I usually have off and if Kevin works I curl up in bed after Jack goes to sleep and watch Gossip Girl and my other shows. If he is home we watch Monday Night Football. Before we had Jack we used to go out for Monday Night Football all the time, so Monday's hold a soft spot for me! Something that can always make me laugh is when Jack giggles. Best. Sound. Ever. My perfect day would include sleeping in, a lazy day with my boys, and then maybe finding a babysitter so Kev and I could have a nice dinner out and then meet up with some friends for drinks.
So that Thursday night when I was sent home, baby less, I was frustrated. But I didn't have much time to wallow in self pity because when we got home I started having contractions. Real ones. Painful one that had me doubled over. But as I watched the clock I noticed that they were sporadic. Sometimes every 10 minutes, sometimes 7 minutes apart. Never close enough to warrant an actual trip to the hospital.
So for 2 and 1/2 days I suffered-drugless-thru intense contractions.
Finally Sunday November 8th had arrived. That day the Bears played and Kevin invited his whole family over to watch the game. All while I sat, contracting, on the couch. Finally at 6pm we drove to the hospital, settled into our room and the show finally began.
After changing into my wonderful hospital attire and filling out the appropriate documents, the nurse came in to insert my IV and do a check. Her 1st question for me...
"Um did your water break?"
What I wanted to say was-"shouldn't you already know that? Isn't it in my chart?" but instead I opted to be polite because after all, this women could delay my epidural if she thought I was a beioch. So I explained everything that happened the first time I came in. She shook her head and them calmly told me that she was pretty sure my water had broken but sent for an ultrasound just to be sure. At this time they also began my IV which, of everything I went thru, was the only time I felt sick. This was probably due to the fact that they tried several times on one arm, burst a vein, and tried a few more attempts on my other arm before it was finally in. I felt faint so the nurse asked Kevin to go to the bathroom and get me a cold compress. He came back with a wet pair of the mesh undies they give you. Poor Guy. The nurses were all laughingat him. I was just grateful that he got my mind off the fact that I was being poked and prodded by the huddled masses.
After I was all hooked up and situated. The ultrasound tech came in. I still had plenty of fluid, but since the nurse said I was leaking amniotic fluid, she administered antibiotics thru my IV just in case. The they inserted the Cervidil and gave me an Ambien.
The idea... I go to sleep and let the Cervidil open my cervix. In the morning they would start the pitocin.
At least that was the idea.
I slept for maybe 2 hours before I was awoken with more contractions and almost immediately after I woke up a nurse came in. She saw my contractions intensify over her monitor and wanted to make sure I was OK. I said I was, and off she went.
Execpt I wasn't ok.
The contractions were coming one on top of the other. It seemed like I had no time to rest before another one came. And they were stronger. I threw a pillow at Kevin to wake him up. His response "call the nurse". So I finally did. She came in and checked me. I was almost 5 centimeters. She asked me if I wanted my epidural and if I wasn't so busy breathing through my contractions I probably would have kissed her. The anesthesiologist came in pretty quickly after that. He had trouble getting my epidural in but it didn't bother me at all. Once it took, I felt sweet relief. My body relaxed and I drifted off for a few more hours of precious sleep.
In the morning, they started the pitocin at 7am. We had some friends and family come in my room to chat for a bit. Around 9am I started to feel horrible pressure and as I told the nurse "I think my epidural is wearing off, because I can feel stuff". She kicked everyone out, checked me, and sure enough I was 9 centimeters dilated.
It was go time.
The rest of it was kind of a blur.
When it all was said and done I pushed for 4 hours. Saying it seems like such a long time, but in all actuality it didn't feel like 4 hours. We watched Thelma and Louise for most of the time, which I thought was kind of funny. I was laying there talking to my L&D nurse, watching the movie and every few minutes or so, when I felt a contraction coming, I would alert them, push, and then we'd go back to watching. Finally the time came and Jack was right there-or so they said.
***Side note: In the end, when the baby is right there and you are pushing, i don't care how great your epidural is...you feel EVERYTHING. But at that point I didn't even care. I was on a mission to deliver a baby, so for me I think adrenaline just took over. ***
I pushed and pushed and pushed.
Kevin and he nurse kept saying he was right there. They could see his head.
But as hard as I pushed he wasn't coming out.
When the doctor came in he wanted to do a c-section right away. The nurse convinced him to let me push a few more times. He tried forceps-not a pleasant feeling btw- and then the vacuum. Neither worked. So after pretty much shoving Jack back up into my uterus, we went to the OR.
Some women get really freaked out or sad that they have to have a c-section. I was relieved. At that point I was so exhausted and ready to finally meet my son, that I didn't care.
It's a little scary when they finally decided to do a c-section. Everything moved at warp speed. Before I knew it I was being prepped for surgery. Kevin was in another room, getting his scrubs on. The last thing I remember was them putting up the curtain and letting Kevin in.
That's right folks...I slept thru the entire delivery.
The anesthesiologist said she didn't give me anything extra, but what ever she did give me, knocked me out.
When I came too, I was still in the OR getting put back together. I had to ask my nurse if I had my baby. I was so loopy and out of it. They wheeled me to a recovery room, where I shivered for the next 20 minutes and waited for someone to fill me in on what just happened.
Kevin finally came in and told me that we had a beautiful 7lb. 15 iz baby boy.(not the 9.5 lbs they kept telling me!) He was in the NICU due to a laceration on his head, but he was fine. Turned out his shoulders were stuck in the birth canal and that is why he wouldn't come out the other way. On the way up to the maternity ward they wheeled me in to see him and I cried when I laid eyes on him. My heart turned to mush.
After all was said and done, I had quite the birth experience. I was a hot bloated mess. I had burst blood vessels in both eyes, my whole face and even on my shoulders and chest. I ended up with a 2nd degree tear AND a c-section, but in all honesty I didn't think the recovery was all that bad.
There are days that I feel cheated over those first few minutes of Jacks life. I feel sad that I didn't get to hear his 1st cry or hold him right away. I try not to let it get to me though, because I know that everything happened for a reason. And in the end, we both came out on the other side alive and healthy. And that's all that matters.
So that my friends is the story of how we got from here....
I'm not even going to lie...Mom Friendly Meals Monday almost got skipped this week. I am in the midst of getting everything together for Jackson's big 1st Birthday party and didn't know if I'd have the time to dig up a recipe. Then my friend Dana came along with inspiration in a BIG WAY!
I guess you wouldn't really call this post's topic a meal, nonetheless, at the end of a long crazy hectic day, sometimes you just want to order a pizza, put the kids to bed and relax with a cocktail.
Enter Dana's inspiration...Pumpkin Spice Martini's
I myself am a big fan of the Pumpkin Spice Latte, so this seems to be a no brainer for me. You can go to Dana's Blog and get a recipe for your very own homemade Pumpkin Spice Latte and read her notes on a Pumpkin Spice Martini recipe that she tried to concoct.
Just added to my to-do's this week...make these. NOW.
You can google Pumpkin Spice Martini and find your own variation out there. Some call for Hiram Walkers Pumpkin Spice Liqueur, some don't.(If you are looking for it, so to their website and plug in your zip code!) See which one works best for you and give it a whirl. Since I still have some Kahlua left over from another party, I'll be using this one!
Pumpkin Spice Martini's
1 part Hiram Walker Pumpkin Spice
½ part Kahlùa Coffee Liqueur
½ part Hiram Walker® Butterscotch Schnapps
½ part Half & Half
Combine ingredients in shaker w/ ice. Shake vigorously. Strain into martini glass. Garnish and serve.
And if you really want to kick it up a notch crush some graham crackers up, dip the rim of your martini glass in a little honey, and then the crushed crackers! YUMM!
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So a long time ago a friend over at another blog prompted the question of birth experiences. And back then I was still very new to blogging and didn't feel quite ready to give my readers such intimate details. I wanted to warm them up a little, get to know them and let them get to know me. So I blogged about love. And marriage. And so I guess all that's left is literally the baby in the baby carriage.
I never really understood why women shared their birth stories until I had my own to share. Now I totally get it. To other women who have gone thru it, it's like comparing notes. Sharing war stories. And to women who have not experienced it, it's giving them a tiny glimpse of what actually happens. I know before I had Jack I wanted to hear as many birth stories as I could. The good, the bad, whatever. I wanted to know what I was in for.
So here is mine...
Friends and family that do not want to know the gory details of Jack's birth...stop reading. I'm not planning on getting too graphic here, but we all know that my idea of TMI is different than most!
So let me give you a little back story here.
Getting pregnant wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. And when it finally did happen I miscarried. Luckily, right after my miscarriage I got pregnant again. Except for the morning sickness in the beginning, my pregnancy was pretty easy. I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism early on, but that was taken care of with a little pill each day. As a matter of fact, once my morning sickness went away I felt great. Right up until my due date. October 27th. After that, uncomfortable doesn't even begin to describe how I felt. I barely slept because there is no easy way to sleep after 40 weeks and to top it off I had horrible heart burn and reflux in the end. So my due date came and went with nothing. nada. zip. Not even a millimeter of dilation. My OB kept telling me I was almost 80% effaced which she thought was a good thing, but I cursed every day past my due date that I didn't go into labor.
All 13.5 of them. (Looking back on the whole thing, my OB is really lucky that I LOVED her, because otherwise I probably would never consider going back for #2 to a doctor that let me go 2 weeks past my due date.)
At my 41 week appointment my induction was scheduled. November 8th, Jack was getting his eviction notice. My next OB appointment was for the 6th to make sure that he still had plenty of fluid to swim around in-not that there was much room to go anywhere at that point- and go for my last non-stress test.
The morning of the 6th I went to my appointment with little hopes of showing any progress. I figured if I kept my expectations low I might be pleasantly surprised. WRONG! The ultrasound looked fine. They kept saying Jack was measuring around 9 lbs-more on that later-and the technician even had the gall to tell me he looked nice and "cozy" in there. After I had my stress test and a wonderfully invasive internal exam in which my "membranes were stripped"-yes for those of you who haven't had a child that is as uncomfortable as it sounds- I was sent on my way. Back home to wait some more.
That night I was watching TV in bed when I turned sides and felt a gush. Not a huge gush, but a gush none the less. Kevin of course had to ask me if I was sure I hadn't "just peed myself" and after I thought about it for a minute I assured him I had not. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and he went to the computer to google "what happens when your water breaks". Since it wasn't very much fluid I didn't really want to get my hopes up. And after his research Kevin came to the conclusion, based of course on his rich medical background, that it was what was known as a high leak. In his expert opinion, I should lay back down and wait a half hour or so. If it happened again the next time I got up, then we would call the doctor and see what she said. And I agreed. Mostly because I didn't want to be one of those women that called her doctor every 5 minutes to see if she was in labor, but also because I wanted to finish watching Grey's Anatomy.
Sure enough 30 minutes later...gush.
I got up called my doctor who said the most amazing words ever..."Come on in, it sounds like your water broke"
So Kev and I excitedly got our things together. We made some calls. And we got in the car. Nervous. Excited. We talked about how this was going to be the last time it was just us. How we couldn't wait to meet this little guy.
And then we were admitted to Labor and Delivery and I was sent to one of those rooms where they check you out to see if you are really in labor. After waiting to be seen and suffering thru another wonderfully invasive internal exam, the nurse came back in the room.
My water had not broke.
I was still not dilated.
I was not in labor.
FAIL, FAIL, FAIL.
The fluid, she said, was likely due to the aggressive exam I had earlier that day. On the advice of my doctor I was sent back home. No baby.
But something was happening. I just had to wait for 3 more days for it to all be over...
I know I said I was taking a blogging break but I also said that I would post if the spirit moved me. Since it's 4 am and I can't fall back asleep, I figured why not?
The biggest reason for my blog-hiatus is the fact that I have a lot on my plate right now. I had a lot of shifts at work this week, which is a good thing, but it's also made me feel like I have no time for anything else. I'm also trying to plan Jacks 1st birthday party next week and clean our house. I assure you I am no clean freak but seriously, it looks like it's been struck by a bomb. I feel like I'm being stretched too thin so blogging was the first thing to go. I love it, but I refuse to let it cut into time with my family or stress me out. That said I was reading some of my favorite blogs in bed and came across Fill in the blank Friday, which is a quick and fun post. And it's all about hair. Easy enough right?
1. My last haircut was...too long ago.
2. My most daring hair moment was when- this is a tie between when I dyed it pink back in my grungy days or a few years ago when I chopped it all off and got a graduated bob. I'm pretty gutsy when it comes to hair.
3. A hairstyle I'd never be brave enough to try- the fe-mullet. Because why on earth would anyone ever intentionally style their hair like that? In all seriousness- I don't think I could ever pull off a super super short look. Like a pixie cut. I don't have the bone structure for that type of look.
4. I've always dreamt of being a (blonde, brunette, or red-head)- even though I know the color would look awful on me I've always wondered how it would feel to have jet black hair.
5. My go-to hair do is a messy bun. That's not as glamorous as it may sound. I have to wear my hair up at work and well, it's usually up at home too, so unless I'm going out for a night on the town...up it goes!
6. My biggest hair disaster was when I tried to cut my own bangs. Enough said.
7. A hairstyle I am dying to try is- I keep thinking I want to change up my look in a drastic way. Like cut it all off again or get a perm. I had a perm when I was younger and I think it royally messed up my hair. Now I have this horrible naturally half straight, half curly hair. Mostly I straighten it. I try to wear it curly every one in awhile but it never looks quite right. Sometimes I think a perm would fix this but I know I will never get one because I don't think I'd ever want my hair to be curly all the time.
I also wish I could do that braid-crown thing, but I suck at braiding.
8. My best hair day was... My 30th birthday. Not to brag but my drivers license picture is AMAZING!
9. The worst hairstyle I ever had was when I was-pretty much any from my youth. At one point I had this feathered bozo-ish hair. My mom gave some pretty horrible hair-dos.
10. My hair is annoying most of the time, but I think I do pretty good with what I have.
I debated on this post. I've actually been writing it in my head all morning, but I wondered if I'd actually make the time to post it. If I'd once again neglect the housework and million other things on my to do list just to sit and write my blog.
And you are reading this, so I guess you know what decision I made.
Truth is, I love blogging. But sometimes it crosses the line from being an outlet to being an obsession. Sometimes I can't fall asleep at night because I am thinking about what my next post will be. And then I look around my house and see all the things I have given up because I had to post on my blog and I wonder if it was really worth it.
So I am taking a little break. Because as much as I'd love to say I can do it all, I can't. And my toilets aren't going to clean themselves.
I promise not to be gone long. I have a few pre-scheduled posts that will be up soon and if the spirit moves me, I'll post. But I'm not forcing it. Next week my little boy is going to turn one, and I can think of no better gift than giving him mommy's undivided attention.