The family that loves the outdoor life 🌞🐟

I have very fond memories of growing up in a family that loved the outdoor life. My parents are from the north and most of my summers were spent either at my uncle’s camp fishing, boating, tubing and swimming or I also spent time in the bush with my grandpa learning about bears and the beautiful gardens my grandparents had. Either way the memories are filled with doing things outside. It was always so much fun. Both my parents have big families so it was endless fun with cousins of all ages. It was truly some of the best time in my life. There’s something to be said about breathing the fresh air and taking in the views or the smell of a pit fire. I wanted very much to keep that part of me in my life but like everyone else my life got busy 😒 So those things I used to enjoy were becoming just memories. When the girls were young and when it was just me raising them it was hard to find the time to make it a priority.  I very much wanted my children to know what that felt like. In today’s day and age technology seems to be raising our kids more than we are. I know…..dont get me wrong…. I know how hard it is to accomplish EVERYTHING you want or to not take advantage of the use of technology when your so busy all the time. I’m not innocent by any means….ive stuck my kids in front of the tv or laptop just so I  can finish something or have a minute to myself but the truth is I found myself doing it too much. They began quoting thing’s they had heard on the internet and all they ever wanted to talk about was this show or that show. I began to realize I was headed in the wrong direction with them. They needed to know a simpler life. I wanted them to have more memories of time spent with the family and I wanted them to know what it felt like being outside more.
And so began our journey. The journey we as a family decided would be good for us😊 We started with taking the kids to the beach or the park or trecking through a forest or two to find a good fishing spot.

We even went as far as buying a boat!!

We have had some amazing adventures and we are not even close to being done. We are having some of the best times together and creating more memories then I could have ever imagined. It’s bringing us closer together as a family and the kids are enjoying it more than I could have wished for. They have even started asking to go outside more with their friends and the technology is becoming a thing of the past. They want to learn new things too which in itself is pretty amazing. They can get their own fishing poles ready and put on the worms and also want to swim more and participate in learning about the boat. They know what kind of fish they are catching and they know how to assemble a tent and start a fire in the pit!

The point in sharing our story is to let you know it’s never too late. There are always things you can do with your family to make memories….ours just happens to be outdoors….but every family has a story of what brings them closer together. Family is the most important thing in our lives. We need to cherish it and make memories anyway we can. We only have this one life and for me I’d like my girls to enjoy it the way I did. Discovering nature and making memories together as a family and hopefully pass it on to their own families one day 💖💖

Kids who do chores vs. Kids that don’t…..

It’s funny how as you get older you realize how different things are. Especially when you have kids. I myself am an 80’s baby and as such I was raised COMPLETELY different. Kids nowadays are served everything with a silver spoon.  Any kid born between the 90’s and now are failing at life completely. I mean don’t get me wrong maybe not all of them. I’m sure there were parents who stood with their beliefs and family values and passed that on to their children, as I have tried to do, but we all have to admit that those who were NOT raised that way are being brought up to wreck havoc on this world. 

 When I was growing up my parents made sure I did chores everyday! I started doing chores around the age of 6. I started with the basics. Pick up my toys when I was done with them, make my bed, put my laundry in the basket….stuff like that. I was always taught not to consider the chores I was doing as punishment or for rewards. Quite the opposite. I was taught that doing chores was part of growing up. I was learning how to take care of myself. And every time a new chore was added, of course like any kid I hated it but I grew up in an age where it didn’t matter if I didn’t like it….it was happening and I accepted it😂 chores became a staple of independence in my life….the more I learned the more I would be able to take care of myself when I left home. And that’s exactly what I did. I make my bed every morning and I definitely know how to clean and take care of myself and my family😊 doing chores for me was a life lesson….a lesson that seems to be missing from this new generation. Nowadays kids are not raised to take care of themselves. Their parents do EVERYTHING for them!! When they are asked to do chores it’s like the worst thing you could ever expect from them. 

When you are raised not doing anything for yourself how are you suppose to function in this world? The purpose of a parent giving their children chores to do is to teach them. That’s what we are supposed to do as parents. Kids are like sponges. They soak everything up. And when taught properly they become very functioning adults that add to our society. My children, for example, have daily chores that must be finished before they can do their kid things like playing with friends or after school activities. It’s not a long list and they are not my slave drivers by any means but they are responsible for making their beds, cleaning up after themselves, and basic things like bringing laundry down, doing dishes, outside work, garbage, litter box’s, cleaning toilets, vacuuming, dusting…..etc. I do not pay them for doing these chores either. My parents used to give me money only if I went above and beyond and did other chores that helped them out. I have them doing these things because once they leave my house and have their own life they will be responsible for themselves and their own families some day. If I paid them or gave them extra things for doing chores they would never learn.  If I didn’t teach them what to do I can’t imagine how they would live??!! It’s not just about taking care of yourself either, it makes you a better person in every aspect. Being a kind person who has values. That’s what this generation should be like. Instead you have these kids working at Tim hortons or McDonald’s who are the rudiest people you will ever meet! Or they think they know EVERYTHING😂😂 
At the end of the day it is the parents decision on how to raise your own child but I am that parent that strongly believes in teaching. And I want my children to reach exactly what they are capable of. My Kids, that do chores, will hopefully add some much needed love, respect, kindness and structure to our society. What are your thought on this topic? Please feel free to share with me 😊😊

Lazy sunday🌝🌞

Sunday’s for me are not like everyone else’s. Other people get to sleep in. Kids don’t have school. No real reason anyone should be up early on a Sunday right?…. well not me. My dear loving boyfriend has the unfortunate responsibility of working on the weekends 😦 Sunday’s for us are early rise. 730 am…..every….single….sunday 😲😲 

Normally I would have all kinds of things to say about this nonsense but as I know… it’s out of my control. I mean really what kind of girlfriend does that make me to complain to Steve about having to get up early to drive him to work when I’m sure the last thing he wants to do is get up on a Sunday either but he does it to take care of his family. So I keep my mouth shut. If I really wanted to I could go back to bed and sleep but instead I take it as an opportunity to make Sunday’s MY day. The day I can get caught up on me time. I LOVE to read. I’ve always been able to escape into a good book….so I get myself a nice Tim Hortons coffee and start reading. It’s relaxing. During the week I try and finish any cleaning and or organizing that needs to be done just so I can have my Sunday fun day. I like the fact that the kids get to sleep in so I have those few hours in the morning to throw on a face mask and get a couple chapters in. I also get caught up on my recorded episodes of general hospital 😁 (yes ….i watch a soap oprah😒 I’ve watched it for 30 years and dammit  it’s amazing 😂😂 so no judging!!)  

Being a stay at home mom means I’m a busy woman throughout the week. Don’t get me wrong, I do get to have alone time during the week too but it’s not the same. All my daily activities with getting the kids to where they need to be, cleaning, laundry, getting Steve to work and taking care of dads needs at the end of the day when I get my down time it’s more like exhausted time then me time lol…. so that’s where Sunday fun day comes in to play. I find myself stressing and yelling and micro managing all week long so when sunday comes its my day to be free off all that and at least give myself a few hours of good solid stress free me time.  When you give yourself that time you learn things about yourself. I’ve learned I love writing😍😍 Its become a very good source of relief as well as disbelief for me. I enjoy very much getting everything out of my brain and I’m also discovering that I’m really good at it! A hidden talent I didn’t know I had or loved so much😊😊
I firmly believe that any woman in my situation desperately deserves free time….doing whatever she wants to do. Its important for your health and important to make sure you don’t lose who you are. Your still a person aside from being so many things to so many people. It’s also in your family’s best interest to allow you to have the time cause let’s get real for a minute….we would snap like twigs 😲😲

The point to me sharing this is because I made it a point to accept my early Sunday’s and create something good for myself. Not only is it helping me be a better person but also a better mother, partner and daughter. It’s helping me build myself up and discover new things about myself. If anything I’d like to pass this feeling on to all the amazing mothers out there who need a pick me up sometimes 😁😁💖

The other woman…… A.k.a ….kittycat :)

Imagine you are in bed with the love of your life and all you want to do is snuggle up and fall asleep in each others arms and all of a sudden you are interrupted by a loud meow and a thud on the bed. This usually happens to me every single night. I have a cat named shadow. She has been with me for over 15 years. She is a very loving and loyal pet. The funny thing is that when Steven and I moved in together things with her changed. It was funny in the beginning because Steven hates cats and all shadow wanted to do was be near him. But one day all of that changed. All of a sudden shadow was Steve’s entire world. They snuggled together all the time. Wherever Steve went, shadow went. She would meow at him to pet her and she was always purring even if Steve just looked at her. Of course she used to be that way with me but there is something about Steve that makes her only think of him and no one else. As my dad would say ” she doesn’t talk to us anymore” lol….. I’m not saying I’m jealous…. but I’m jealous!!. She has been through all kinds of things with me and the girls. It’s almost like a slap in the face. Like she’s saying ” who cares about you… you only feed me and shelter me and have my back all the time”.  Don’t get me wrong, I can hear how stupid this all sounds, and maybe crazy lol but I can’t deny how much it irritates me! I love both of them with all my heart but now they are choosing each other over me.  Shadow has literally become the other woman in our lives.

The worst part of it all is the constant meowing she does at night. Just imagine….you’re almost asleep and all of a sudden there is obnoxious meowing coming from upstairs. Then it makes its way downstairs. That happens more times than I can count throughout the night. And then….. the icing on the cake. She carries all our shoes downstairs to our room for Steve as gifts!! They are EVERYWHERE. Usually if you ever have to get up in the middle of the night you know the pathway to the bathroom pretty good. Well,  not us. Its lights on so you can see the obstacle course you have in front of you just to friggen go pee!!

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The picture doesn’t do it justice but I’m sure you can imagine what happens after 8 hours of prime shoe carrying time 🙂

Anyway after she brings him all the gifts she finally tries to decide where she will be sleeping. There are a few positions she prefers. She likes sleeping on Steve’s pillow but when he kicks her off then she sneaks under the blanket or on my hip or across my shoulder! But of course she settles with sleeping on my pillow purring in my ear and knitting her claws in my hair! Basically Steve gets all the love and loyalty from her and I get the annoying side of her. Does anyone else see how unfair that is?? lol….

I guess in the end it makes sense why she loves him as much as she does. He spoils her and loves her very much. It’s not very manly and he’s probably gonna be pissed at me for talking about it but seriously…. its adorable and maddening at the same time!! I am a very lucky woman to have the other woman be a cat and I do count my blessings about that for sure but its time everyone else knew what was going on lol…  In reading this back it definitely sounds like I’m crazy but I’m sure I’m not the only one who has weird stories about their pets…. feel free to share them and lets all have a good laugh together 🙂 🙂

Sleep??? So overrated…….

The year was 1999………it was a glorious year. It was the last year I fell asleep without thinking, without hesitation. The last year I was able to lay my head on the pillow and fall asleep instantly. I didn’t have any children or thoughts of responsibility. The only thing running through my mind was how Prince told me this was the year to party……and party I did! I miss that feeling. The feeling of being able to just sleep without reason. To do what you want, when you want. These days id be happy to get more than 5 hours sleep a night. I would probably pay any amount of money to stop my brain from thinking and allow me to return to 1999 when I took sleeping for granted. How stupid was I ??!! Now it takes me HOURS to fall asleep. I could have one of those nights where everything is done and everyone else is sleeping and I get a chance to maybe get a couple of hours extra sleep and just when I think ” this might be the night! ” I lay down and can’t turn my brain off!! I literally think about the stupidest things at night.  I have a list of things I have to run through in my head before my brain says “ok now you can go to sleep”. I think about things like “why do they call it chilli if its hot?” or “why do some people breathe through their mouth instead of their nose?” or “what would I do if there was a zombie apocalypse?” Do these things really matter?  I mean really, what does breathing have to do with anything? It gets even weirder than that too sometimes. The other night I was thinking about cleaning up my backyard and using the soil I bought last year to try to save some money and I starting wondering if manure goes bad?. Like poop…..why am I thinking about poop while I’m trying to sleep?? There’s no reason poop should be on my mind, yet there it is. I think about laundry and the kind of soap I use. I wonder why I bought a washing machine that only take the laundry pucks. I think about how my mother-in-laws laundry smells amazing and mine smells like kids and old man and cat! I think about letting all the cats outside one night and try to think of a valid excuse to give the kids as to why when they wake up there are no cats left!! It goes from things like that to ” should I rearrange my room?” or ” is taekwondo really an important activity for Julia?” or to the dramatic thought of pushing Steven out of the bed and pretending it was an accident so he STOPS SNORING!! When it gets to that point I usually get up and have some water and a smoke lol… But once I get back to bed the whole process starts over again 😦 I have such resentment for Steve when we go to bed and within SECONDS the man is fast asleep. Honestly….how can you have NO thoughts?? How do I get back to that moment in time. I was just like him once. Seems like forever ago. I almost wonder sometimes if this thinking I do at night is adding more stress to my life than is really necessary!!!

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I now realize that the reason I’m the one who has to be awake so long is because there are 4 other people in this house that I take care of. The reason they all sleep the way they do is because of me. They have nothing to stress about because I am the one who takes on the burden. That to me means it’s just another one of my motherly duties that gets done that no one else realizes. It makes me the good mother and girlfriend and daughter that I am 🙂  It doesn’t really explain some of the crazy things I think about but I think maybe because I’m always thinking about other people maybe that’s my time to think about me or what I want to think about. What a minute if that were the case then why am I not thinking about the male revue or Channing Tatum…….hmmm I must be crazy then…. that’s it… that’s gotta be it right??? lol

Well that was all a crock lol….. just forget what I said and go back to 1999 with me and Prince 😜

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The man I call my hero….

 

This has taken me days to complete. I have stared at the computer screen endlessly thinking about where I would start this story. It’s very hard to put into words how much I love my dad. Anyone that knows us knows we have a special bond. It took us many years and many upsets to get to where we are today. I never really realized how much our relationship meant to me until that day……that one day that changed our lives forever. The day that no child is ever ready for. The day you realize there will be one day that you will have to face life without your parent’s. It’s hard to think about that but that day I had no other choice.

I came home from work to find my father sitting at the dinning room table. It was early afternoon which was weird because my dad never finished work till after 6pm. For as long as I could remember. Even if he was sick he was always at work. So I questioned him and really didn’t get a response. He stayed briefly and then said he was going home to rest and he would see me in the morning. I didn’t quite understand but moved on with my night as usual with the kids hoping I would get an answer in the morning.

The morning came and as I was getting the kids ready for school my dad walked in and sat down at the table again. Once the girls were gone he grabbed the phone and said to me ” call 911 I’m having a heart attack and I’ve been having it since yesterday afternoon!”  I was stunned! I couldn’t’ believe what he had just said!  My whole life flashed before my eyes. Not only was I scared but I was furious that he waited to get help! It became one of those selfish moments where I thought “how could he do this to me!” Then I realized how scared he must have been and that was what I saw in his face the day before. I should have known something was wrong. I should have picked up on it! At any rate it seemed like time slowed down. When we were waiting for the ambulance all I could think about is how am I going to live my life without this man! He was my backbone. He was the reason I kept going in life. He was the reason I was able to take care of my girls…… I couldn’t imagine my life would be worth anything if he wasn’t here to make sure of it.

Once we were at the hospital time slowed down even more. The tests he was put through. The obvious pain he was in. It was all too much to go through at once. You have to understand I always looked at this man as indestructible. I wasn’t always the best kid, and trust me when I say I pulled out all the stops when it came to being a bad teenager. No mater what I did, and no matter how many times I did it, he was always there to fix everything. He wasn’t always around as much as he would have liked to have been and he knew I resented him for that but it wasn’t until this moment… the moment time slowed down at the hospital that I realized how much of a hero he was to me for all that he was and all that he did for me. His sacrifices, his pain, his love, his friendship, his heart…. the man he was and the woman he raised me to be…  I didn’t expect to have to think about all I was thinking about so soon. To me he was a young man still… he was barely 60. 17548703_10158317775350304_795232007_o

Telling the girls was by far the hardest part. Not only because they were very close to their grandpa but because we still had no idea what was happening. Between all the tests they were performing and with no answers I didn’t know what to tell them and that was even harder for them to accept.

We went through all these thoughts and feelings together for about a week before we had any answers. He did have a heart attack but with the medication they gave him they were able to stop it. He suffered from what they called “unstable angina”, so no surgery required but from then on he would be on all kinds of different medications to help make sure he lived with the condition. We had no idea what we were in store for but at least he made it. At least he didn’t leave us.

Things definitely were not over once we left the hospital. He went through all kinds of medical emergencies, too many to even begin telling you about, but all of it made me realize how much I love my dad. He had taken care of me and my girls for long enough. It was time for me to grow up and be the kind of woman he raised me to be. I asked him to move in with me and the girls. I wanted to take care of him. It was my turn. He was going through so many things at once. His health, his career….everything being questioned at the same time and I didn’t want him to be alone. He’s  strong enough to  handle it but sometimes you don’t realize how much you need someone until all your strength is gone at once. I watched him go through all of this still with his humor and love and courage and it made me know in my heart that this was all going to work out for all of us. I would be able to take care of him better than he could on his own. And my girls would be able to see their grandpa the way I do. A hero first for putting up with me but also to teach them the way he taught me.985e8c8c305bbd97944dc73d5701a29a

As much as we all went through and as much as things had to change, as a family we made it through. The event that could have destroyed us was the moment our lives changed for the better. I was able to realize how much my dad meant to me and how much he was my hero. And now my girls are going to be able to see what I see. A man who did whatever it took to make sure I had the best life possible. A hero of a father that any daughter would be proud to look up to. It may seem weird and unorthodox but living with a parent at my age has been a blessing. I would never have thought it would work simply because of our crazy relationship but not only is it working, its been the best time of our lives. We are the best of friends and he has my back no matter what. This whole situation brought us so close together and I get to enjoy the remaining years we have watching my girls have a chance to see him as he hero he is and always be to me. e9ed9375b816656ae7f001f96a38a0f7

 

 

Mother Daughter DIY project…… gone wrong?

Last week Julia came to me with this idea she had to do a DIY project for our cats. She had seen this 5 minute craft video on how to create a sort of jungle gym for the them. As I knew March break was around the corner I thought yeah why not. It would be something we could do together and it may even stop the cats from scratching everything else. I watched the little video and it seemed simple enough. All I would need was a box and a trip to the dollar store. Easy right? Well at least that’s what I thought.  project7

After stopping at a storage place to purchase a box, which was $6 dollars, and spending $25 dollars on our trip to the dollar store for our supplies, we went home to get started 🙂 I laid everything out and went over the instructions with Julia on how she wanted the final product to look. We were both pretty exited at this point. We taped the box and cut out the holes perfectly and started painting it together. We were having fun! It looked like this project was going to be a quick success. project5

We quit for the night to let the paint dry. The next day I knew that it was going to be more MY participation as we had to use a glue gun to glue the rope on the sides of the box. At first I thought well this isn’t so bad… the rope I have should be enough for all sides. Well wasn’t I dead wrong!! I had one spool of rope that I paid $ 4 dollars for and it was enough for only one side! And not to mention it took me sooooo long to glue it on! I had one side on and Julia was laughing because I thought I would have enough. Well I wasn’t laughing. Not only did I have to go back to the dollar store to get 3 more spools of rope but that was another $12 I spent on this project! So back at it I went. It took me 2 days to finish it all. project3

Once I had calmed down about the rope and we started figuring out how we were going to decorate it, it became a fun project despite my doubts…:) There were a couple of times I wanted to give up but I saw things through to the finish line. Obviously the best part of this whole experience was being able to come up with the project with Julia but seeing her bring this whole thing together and complete it showed me how smart she is and that makes me the proudest mom ever!project2

Once the project was complete we sat back and watched to see what the cats would do. Going into this I had a suspicious feeling they would not give a crap what it was they were going to continue to scratch my furniture like the good loving cats they are…..and guess what happened?? They sniffed it, looked at it like “what the hell is this and who are you trying to impress” and walked away.  I looked at Julia and said” aren’t mother daughter DIY projects so much fun!!” We had a great big laugh together, then grabbed all the chocolate we could find in the house and watched the voice like any good mother daughter duo should 🙂 🙂

 

My recycling nightmare…..

Any other mom’s out there with kids in school have gone through the days where your kids are taught everything about recycling at school and decide they want to “do what they can for the environment”  at home! Well as you guessed it this is where my nightmare began. For weeks I heard all about what is recyclable and what isn’t and how even just doing our little part at home we are saving the world!! I was described in detail how I need to rinse everything and break all the boxes down and wash off  all the labels….blah, blah, blah…

So I did what any mother would do. I listened ( to basically shut them up!) , and I bought a recycling bin and started “doing my part”. You can imagine with a family of 5 that we had a lot of recyclable stuff. Definitely more than one bin could hold and way more responsibility then I wanted to take on but worth seeing how happy it made them. And….don’t tell them…but I actually began to see a difference in how much garbage we produced. We went from 6 bags a week to 3 but at the same time the recycling TOOK OVER my kitchen!  So even though it was a rough start we managed to be able to do our part as much as we could. Then one day we put our recycling out to the curb. It was all neat and separated and I dare say the best looking recycling bin outside and I was confident the recycling men would be pleased with our efforts!

Imagine my surprise when the recycling truck came and went WITHOUT taking my bin! I was astonished!…no pissed is more like it! All that went through my head was ” do you people know what I went through to make sure my family recycled!!??”. All my confidence from earlier had gone out the window. I sent the kids out to pick up the bin cause I couldn’t even look at it. When they brought it in the house it had a sticker on it! The sticker said “please sort”. I was beside myself. How much more could I have done with only having one bin??

After I screamed and yelled and calmed down I looked up the recycling website to see what the actual rules are. It says that I was doing everything right. Literally no reason they shouldn’t have taken it. Being the smart ass that I am I thought ” well if you want it to be all sorted them maybe you should provide me with as many bins as I need to have it separated the way you like!” I’ll need one for glass, one for paper, one for plastic, one for cans and one for boxes! That’s 5!. As much as it would take up way to much room in my kitchen I’m all about making people HAPPY!  After thinking about it I was going to email them and request my free bins and just as I’m looking up the email address I see (in the fine print of course) that your only allowed 2 bins for each household! Well you can imagine how upset THAT made me! How dare you not take my recycling and put a sticker on my bin that says tax payers pay over $250,000 a year for people to sort it for you! All of us mother’s who are listening to our children who want to save the world WE destroyed take the time to sort it and look what happens! You don’t take the recycling!  And then complain that WE pay for people to sort it! All I have are solutions… provide me with the 5 bins for free and eliminate your $250,000 a year 🙂 Its pretty simple. Office-Recycling

Needless to say I have yet to receive a response to my email but I’m not surprised. I may have sounded like a crazy person but dammit I have a good point….lol. For the time being it was actually the girls who came up with a solution of using recycling bags to sort everything properly so we don’t get stuck with last weeks recycling again.  It’s worked so far but has added to the ongoing hate I have for recycling. Thus continues my nightmare but hey….as long as the kids are happy !! 🙂 🙂

 

P.s If it ever happens again one of 2 things will happen, 1. I will throw my recycling bin at your truck or 2. I will stop recycling all together and you will be held responsible for killing the dreams of my innocent loving children!… balls in your court 🙂cta_recycle

 

Laundry vs. Hydro…..a stay at home mom’s nightmare

The other day I was doing laundry…. as usual. In the middle of folding the dry load I had a realization.  I do most,  if not all of my laundry during the day when the kids are at school. If I didn’t do that not only would the laundry pile up but I would never have the time to be doing it at night. With all the after school activities, dinner and homework, I’m beat by the end of the night and the last thing I would want to do would be LAUNDRY! As a stay at home mom I’m always scheduling things. I like to think about ways to make our lives easier but I also like to have alone time at night and have a bubble bath with a giant glass of red wine on ice lol…..So during my realization I weighed the pros and cons of trying to do my laundry at night which according to the peak times hydro provides is the CHEAPEST time to do so. All I could think about is where the hell does hydro get their information. There are a lot of stay at home mom’s that have the same routine as me. Can you imagine if we all stayed up really late to do laundry because its cheaper?? Not only would we be useless to our kids because of lack of sleep but we would never be able to fit in time for just ourselves. Every mom needs alone time. I am not prepared to sacrifice my adult time to save a few bucks. Why wouldn’t hydro realize that the majority of people do their laundry during the day ? It would  make it cheaper and it  would cut down all these crazy costs they keep saying they will cut down for us working class people if they realized how much it would help families with a stay at home mom to make it low peak time during the day or flat rate.ontario-hydro-prices

I don’t usually get involved with all the media controversy and emotions that surround the issues with Ontario Hydro but all I kept thinking about was how stupid can they be? I mean really…. something so simple as flat rate hydro times can get THIS stay at home mom thinking then why can’t THEY realize it?? At any rate it was a serious realization for me that it doesn’t matter in the end. I will stick to my routine of afternoon laundry to keep not only my sanity but my family’s too. They need me to have my own time at night as much as me 🙂 Don’t get me wrong it would be amazing to save a few bucks but what I have to say about it in the grand scheme of things doesn’t really matter. Hydro will keep rising. No matter who we elect or what people think can be changed or bettered. We live in a time where people use way too many things that need to be plugged in. We rely too much on it. We have lost ourselves to technology and there are not a lot of people realizing it. So the only thing I can do is rant about it. I’d like to think that what I have to say will change the world some day with all my opinions lol…. but the only thing it will do is help my kids realize it. I guess the whole point to my rant or ” realization” is that I have got lots of things on my plate but laundry at night isn’t one of them!!……..:)maxresdefault

 

 

 

The choice to be a stay at home mom and how we all made the decision as a family……

Well as I mentioned before, I am currently a stay at home mom. It hasn’t always been that way. I had my first child when I was 20 and my second when I was 26. I was also their sole provider so I had to work in order to provide for my kids. I always ended up working go nowhere jobs that paid minimum wage. All that did was pay the bills and help me provide as much as I could for my girls. It never made me feel worthy of being their mom and I felt like I was going no where. Until one day I was offered a dream job. A job that would pay me well and offer benefits for the girls and endless possibilities of moving up. I submerged myself into everything work. I was gone from the house all day for 6 days a week and it was starting to take a toll on my family. I started caring more about work more than what my girls were going through. I noticed their grades were slipping, they were talking to me less and it felt like we were loosing our relationship. I would try to balance things but all I would hear from the girls was ” why do you care…. it’s not like you’re ever home!” Hearing that was like a jab at my heart. I knew I had to change things immediately or things were going to start getting worse. I started trying to be home more and leave work at work but things were just falling apart. One day I went into work and was told that I was being laid off from a job I had for 4 years. The job I had always wanted. Even though I knew it was probably for the best, like an act of intervention from god, I stared worrying about how I would provide for my kids. At some point in everyone’s life you question “what’s the next step? how do I move on from this?” well the simple answer for me was I was going to do everything possible to figure out how to continue providing for them but also be home more to be here for them as a mother and help guide them. I had some advantages as I had regular income from other sources. All I had to do was make sure everything was paid each month and try to do as much as I could from home to help provide for our family. Whatever I had to do to achieve this I was prepared to do. As this revelation had hit me I also did realize that my children are older and attend school daily so I did have time to get a part-time job. My boyfriend was so amazing at this point. This all happened around the time we had begun dating and he knew how many changes that were happening and the emotional time I was going through. He watched me apply for job after job and get no where. I was so depressed. I felt like I wasn’t good enough, that no one wanted to hire me. It started affecting all aspects of my life. The girls were amazing during all of this too. They could tell I was struggling but they would continually express how happy they were that I was home more. I tried focusing on other things to help get me out of my rut. I have always been into arts and history so I started researching things. I started doing art and DIY projects at home, either alone or with the girls. I felt like I was opening up again. Like I was finding a way to deal with other issues I was having with employment. Until one day Steven and I had a conversation that would change everything. We had a genuine heart to heart talk about responsibilities and expectations regarding our family and bills. We both have our own sources of income which pay our portions of our bills and although Steven is in a better position to save money I am able to save what I can when I can. So after discussing all of that he did the most amazing thing. He looked at me and said ” we are able to be a functioning family only because of you. We would all be better off with you staying home and spending the much-needed time with the kids and taking on the responsibilities of the house. I will go to work and that way we have the best of both worlds.” I couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was encouraging me to spend time with my kids and follow some of my dreams at the same time. I am finally able to be an active parent in my children’s life. I am now able to not only take care of all the household duties but to be involved in the girl’s education and extracurricular activities. I have begun to write which to anyone that knows me has always been a passion of mine, and I have also developed an interest in design and been able to produce some great art as well. Our lives function better now then they ever have. I know some people might say that’s so old-fashioned and not socially acceptable to which I say if you were in my situation would you not do the same thing? I am able to do all this because of the amazing family I have. They support me more and more everyday. I am honored to be able to have this chance. This is the path I was supposed to take. I can feel it……:)