Spring Break!

My kids are 10,8,6, and 4 can someone tell me WHY they need a 2 week “break” from school.

Is it really so taxing and trying that they need to sit at home for 2 weeks and do absolutely nothing stimulating??

I get it! Everyone needs a rest but isn’t that what weekends are for??? Spring break sets them up for real life disappointment.

I don’t get 2 weeks off to lay around in my PJs while someone fixes me pizza rolls and I binge watch YouTube videos of people doing random stuff.

But let’s give it to them anyway.

After 2 days they are “booooooorrred” with “nothing to do” {I mean they only have every toy at Walmart}, so then I feel obligated to push aside my daily routine of semi cleaning to take them somewhere exciting. Where, once they arrive, after 15 minutes they are BOOOOOORRRED again. Y’all it’s a vicious cycle that seriously never ends!

I love my children dearly (they are still alive and still in my possession DON’T tell me I don’t care) I enjoy seeing them happy but if they scream at each other or tell me they are bored one more time I may give them to the circus!

Spring Break!! A lovely time to go broke AND insane!!!


The Grinch

Ok…. Christmas is a chaotic time of year for sure!

BUT even more so if you are a mama! Seriously!  There is so much pressure.

I have one who has “figured out” Santa and keeping that smarty pants from explaining things to his siblings is like keeping kids out of the candy bowl.

He’s too smart and I blame it on him losing all his teeth earlier than most.

Also, lets hit on this stupid Elf situation. For 2 years I have managed to convince my kids that we too had an elf but he was too scared to come in and that he watches them from the safety of the window outside. That worked fabulous and then my friend so graciously gifted us an elf. Now our elf is boring, still chicken, and rarely moves. Unless I cleverly decide to put him on the ceiling fan (insert loud gasps)

My sweet Cabby, who typically always has a coat on and is always complaining about it being cool, decided he was suddenly overheated, in the middle of December.
He turns the fan on, Elroy the Elf went flying. I was so frustrated that I grabbed him up off the floor and tossed him behind the couch. The kids encircled poor Caleb, like a witch in Salem, and kept chanting “ELF MURDERER”!! I felt so bad for him that I decided to bring it back in a jar the next morning to keep my sweet boy from being blackballed the rest of Christmas.

Ya’ll!! Remember when Christmas was less stressful. In MY HEAD I always invision us singing sweet songs around the tree as we sip cocoa and eat gingerbread cookies… who am I kidding!

Does this really happen??

Our tree currently looks like someone slipped “special EggNog” into the tree stand instead of water. It’s leaning to the left. the star is hanging on by a thread and half the ornaments have fallen off and the lights are sagging. It kind of reminds me of my uncle after good Christmas party. And I am counting down the days till I can take the massive monstrosity down and set it on fire!!!

I mean we walked all over the tree farm to find this giant potted plant. And now I want it gone!

And today, the kids enjoyed class parties, it’s winter break time… they got sugared up out the wazoo and now they will be home for 2 weeks and bored with the toys they “just had to have” 2 days after Christmas. Some mothers enjoy this 2 weeks and are sad to see them go back but ME!! I will be the first one in the drop off line on January 3rd!

Seriously, I love Christmas. I love how excited they get but those days leading up …. I can understand the Grinch, and The Scrooge.

Bah HumBug and Merry Christmas from a ranting mama!

8 Years Later…

I woke up this morning, on the couch.

My back was surely paying the price. I was once again booted from my comfy side of the bed by 2 very cute little boys in the wee hours of the morning.

I don’t mind really, as long as I have a place to curl up I really don’t care where I sleep.

So, I woke up this morning, went about my routine and as I stood over the griddle waiting for those pancakes, I was taken back to a tiny hospital room in Brenner Children’s Hospital 8 years ago.  You see, 8 years ago, I sat in a very uncomfortable chair about 20 weeks pregnant, a cold rain pouring from the sky almost like tears. The Lord only knows all the tears that we poured out the night before. I watched my very sick 2 1/2 year old baby sleep in an oversized hospital bed.

I sat there with tears silently rolling down my face. I hadn’t slept much in the 24 hours prior and the exhaustion was beginning to show. Brac had gone down for a spinal tap and bone marrow aspiration earlier in the morning and we were waiting… waiting on the results that we knew the answer to already.

Later in the day the team of doctors would come in and tell us that he did have Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia and that they would start treatment immediately.


5 months into treatment – April 2010

The next 3 1/2 years are a busy, blurry mess of appointments and long hospital stays, sticks and anesthesia, vomit pales and physical therapy, more sticks and quarantine… that was probably what made the treatment so drawn out…. the hours spent alone in a tiny room.

But this morning, my boy slowly walked into the kitchen awaiting his waffles,  117 pounds of bulk and muscle, a healthy, happy, wicked smart 10 year old, who loves doing math problems for fun. He came into the kitchen singing “Victory is Mine” and without another worry or care in the world.

He knows he was once sick, but his memories are pretty faded and for that we are thankful. We pray for the children that are diagnosed every day. We know that the sad truth is, not all kids see Christmas again. Not all kids get to go home. While we spent 3 Thanksgivings and Christmas’ in the hospital some children will be there this year. Braxton knows of his blessings and he knows to never ever take a day for granted.

We found the silver lining all through his treatment. We made the best of every nasty day, of every set back and we were always positive knowing that there was indeed an end in sight.

November 10th 2017, I am most Thankful. Thankful for healthy, happy, crazy kids. The ones that make my world go round.



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Never Ever say the “Q” word!!

I said IT!

I was so excited for them sleeping in (past 8am). And I said the stupid word.

I knew better!! You aren’t supposed to say it at the hospital and stay at home mama’s should never ever ever say that word!

You know what I am talking about. Quiet 

When the house is peaceful and wonderful and only the hum of the air running is all that is heard. Then you say.. the bad word!

Then, like cheetahs in the wild they slowly stalk out of their rooms, messy bed head, sleepy eyes, night nights in tow and they creep your way. I slump in the chair hoping to appear semi asleep, but they know and they…. POUNCE!

And then it’s all over. One hears the other with their super sonic kid hearing that is super selective, and they all emerge into the daylight!

The 30 minutes was nice and then I said that ONE. LITTLE. WORD!

and that is all she wrote.

They ravaged the kitchen eating everything. One asked for noodles! Noodles!!!

At 8am… I considered it, then my mom voice jumped in and overshadowed my inner teenager and advised something more healthy… popcorn it is!

The baby shot Caleb in the eye not once but 2 times with a nerf bullet and evil laughed the entire time.

There is no more food. They have eaten it all. And I have a flat tire that needs to be fixed so we ain’t goin’ anywhere today.

It’s a soppy gross mess outside but I am so tempted to send them out anyway. And school doesn’t start for 3 weeks!!!

I can do this. I can get through the rest of the summer. I know I can with Thrive I will. With Thrive I won’t be tempted to run for the hills. With Thrive I can chase them around the yard, wear them down and have them in bed by 8…. oh. yes. I. can!!!

To all the mama’s with the summer-time blues. It’s July!! most of them go back to school in 3-4 weeks and then normal will commence and we will be waiting on the next summer break. It’s a vicious cycle guys….. VICIOUS!


The Road less traveled…


The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

A familiar poem. We all probably read it at least once while in school. But today it comes back to me.
As long as I can remember I have always done things the “less traveled way”. When I was little girl I used to love to play in the woods. I would go off for hours and take different trails. Usually the ones with the most overgrowth, you know, the ones that looked like something from a scary story!
I would usually come back with scrapes and ticks and my hair would be nappy from getting it caught in the tree limbs.

As a teenager, I had a wild period… more mischievous than wild but when all my friends were doing one thing I usually went off and did my own thing too. For them it was a life of “fun and adventure” for me I was on a spiritual journey.

I married early (not normal) I had 4 kids, people still ask me if I meant for that to happen {seriously!!}

I love adventure and I love doing things that are unexpected and different.

I have my own style and I encourage my children to be the same way. Dance to the beat of your own drum.

So one day I took a chance on this company that put vitamins in a sticker. I took a BIG leap and I took a lot of flak from the peanut gallery. Still do for the most part. But when I found this product I wasn’t concerned with what people thought… I was more concerned with whether it worked.
Was it going to give me results???

I was doubtful because nothing that the doctors gave me made me better so how could a bunch of vitamins do anything??

I did a 3 day trial and on Day 3 I woke up without groaning or being stiff and without wanting to go back to bed!

I knew that I had found something! My doctors told me that I was deficient in a few areas, but who knew I would feel that awesome with them in my system!!!

That is why I promote Thrive … It gave me life back…. for the first time in years I didn’t feel like I was struggling from day to day. I felt like a person again!

It made me want the one thing that not even my OB could get me to use… WATER!
I make healthier food decisions.

I will here sly, meaningless comments from people, telling me that I bought into a placebo, a “pyramid”, and that there is no evidence that it actually works! BUT, folks, I’m here to to tell you that it does… it does for me anyway.

And it’s natural!! Isn’t that the hip and happening thing?? Organic, all natural, no hormones, yada, yada, yada… it’s vitamins and natural minerals, nothing genetically modified… can’t get more “organic” than that!

My kids have a mama that will get out and play with them and hike up giant hills. They smile now and I am wearing them out at the end of the day!

That’s why I overload social media with posts. Why in the world would you promote something you didn’t believe in. Why would you try to get others to take something if it harmed them.

But still it’s the road less traveled and people are weary and scared to take that road. I live for adventure and I took my life back. And I am so glad I took that road 4 months ago.


Truth is…

For as long as I can remember, nothing has ever come easy for me.

I don’t say that for pity or for sad faces because through it all I have been made an overcomer.

As a little girl my sister and I lived in deplorable conditions of domestic violence and poverty. My sweet mama worked so very hard to give the 2 of us the world, often times sacrificing things for herself. She married a horrible person, who in turn made it horrible for us.
But, we made it out.  I met and married my husband, my knight in shining armour, in time having 4 of the most awesome kids created. And, my little sister, she is now a mama, wife and career woman. And my mama, well, she waited a long time but FINALLY someone good came her way too. We worked our tails off to get to where we are.
We are overcomers.


One thing that my mom instilled in us was to be grateful for EVERYTHING that we had, never bully or put others down, do unto others, and to always smile even in the darkest times. And we have… and we still do!  She never let us feel that we were entitled to anything, nothing was ever handed to us. We have worked for everything that we have.

Even with children it hasn’t been an easy road, as you know our oldest had Leukemia, he is the ultimate OVERCOMER. Caleb has had issues along the way and when Alex was born he was blue and now he is an asthmatic. All manageable. But even in Braxton’s darkest hours, we taught him to say please and thank you and to smile, and to always be thankful for things that were given to him. A very wise doctor told us in the beginning that a lot of times the sickness can overshadow morals and that it was important to keep him grounded and that is what we have tried to do.

But, they are kids and they are not perfect, and sometimes they can be downright mean… BUT again I say, “they are kids”… that’s what they do and our jobs as parents is to correct the rotten ways and make them productive, hardworking citizens of society.

As an adult it amazes me on a daily basis how entitled some people are. They feel like they can say anything that they want, they don’t care how it makes someone else feel. They can shrug and act like their actions have no consequences and they act like the world is theirs for the taking. I hope that as my children grow older they are never ugly to someone else, that they always support their friends and family, I hope that they always smile, hold doors for other people, use their manners and think before they speak.

One thing that I have been telling them over and over lately is that when you say something to someone that is hurtful, even though you say, “I’m sorry” and they forgive you it’s not forgotten, those words are always etched into someone’s mind and it may forever change their perception of you as time marches on.

I try very hard to be nice, supportive, loving and kind… because in my mind that is what a Christian person should be.

I know that life is too short to spend energy putting people down. I have worked to hard, been through too many valleys and fought too many giants to let small minded people get in my way.


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Summer …Lovin?

At the end of the school year, I am so excited.
I look forward to not having to go out first thing in the morning and I look forward to pajama days.


I envision them happy and loving and sweet….

Then we go on our first vacation together and I have a whole new respect for teachers and I miss them… I actually miss them. I am tempted to call them up and chat and tell them how much they meant to me for 180 glorious days.

I love my children and I love the time that we spend together… I mean, come on! I travel with them ALONE multiple times a year. I must love them dearly… right?!

But then…

the first week of summer is over and suddenly that image that I had of them, you know the one, they get along and love each other and they play games and never fight and they share… annnnndddd

who am I kidding that only happens in books and pod families! I said it, and I’m not taking it back!!!

Instead of dancing in fields of flowers together singing in harmony, I find myself ringside of the best MMA fight in the county!!!

This ^^^^^ is what I get instead!

Someone needs to call ESPN because this is way better and not even I know who is going to win.  Conor McGregor and Ronda Rousey ain’t got nothin’ on the Barbershop Quartet!

I make threats… “don’t touch each other again”, “don’t even look at each other”, “one more time”  or  “I’m not even kidding” and my favorite “go to your room and when you decide you know how to act like civilized little people you can come out!”
5 minutes later… “OK, we figured it out”

They are all in different weight classes but I’m serious when I say they hold their own. Even the baby! He’s probably the best of all of them. His short stature and quick moves make him a frontrunner in every match….

Zoe has even requested braids so the boys can’t get her hair…. what 7 year old knows this?!?!

I do believe that I am getting them all jump ropes and kick bags for Christmas… skills like this shouldn’t be wasted… I have 4 million dollar babies on my hands. I’m just kidding…

I will say, that I have 4 little Jekyll and Hydes on my hands… when we get them all cleaned up, shirts tucked in, hair perfectly in place, and take them in public they have amazing social skills, they have the best manners and they carry themselves like perfect little angels… not the savages that I am home with all day.

SOOO…. to all you mama’s out there lovin’ summer already….

Here’s to 7 long weeks of summer left… hopefully they all still have their teeth and nothing gets broken…. OH!! And we got them a trampoline last year… whhhhyyy did I do such foolishness…. that just encourages the madness.

Disclaimer:::: Such shenanigans are never EVER encouraged and typically they hug it out in the end and to date the only thing that has been injured is my poor lamp…. 2 times 😦



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