Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
|Photo from my honeymoon in my dream place, St. John. This sun paradise is so tranquil it is magical!|
I wish I could start working less hours now. Don't we all, I guess. But I was feeling overwhelmed making it all work with the family and being outside the house 50 hours a week for work before I got pregnant. I am not saying I want to check-out but I want to have more time to be a Mom and a wife and work on things that are near and dear to me, like sewing and writing. I am a hard-worker and once I start a project I am passionate about, well watch out. I just want that passion again. I don't want to feel like everyday is such a struggle. I am not by any means asking for something for nothing.
|A row of my Reversible Pinafores|
On second thought.
Right now, I would even be happy with a whisper of a breeze to lead me on the right path.
Thanks for listening.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
|It started as 3 wooden bangles that I would never again. Here is a lovely orange one.|
|Have a nice day everyone.|
Glad I got my crafting fix today. That always makes me feel better.
Now, go on!
Friday, January 6, 2012
What's the big deal, you ask? I tell you what the big deal is.
I am the lip gloss queen. I wear it almost every day, even at home. It makes me feel good. I am usually pretty confident in myself and like to put together outfits that will make me feel groovy. Let's face it sometimes when you look good you feel good. (or better at least......sometimes. It works, I swear!)
But lately, I am frumpaliscious.
No groovy clothes, no lip gloss. Just a whole lot of big sweatshirts or sweaters and whatever pants I can fit into that day. It's getting depressing. I am not a superficial person but I do appreciate that everyone has a style. I think fashion is fun. I am not talking getting decked out every day but just wearing that cute top and new shade of lip gloss or pulling our those funky shoes that you love so much. Mixing it up!
Three months of not just good ole morning sickness but vomiting, headaches, extreme fatigue and now onto bad skin thanks to the hormonal free-for-all zooming through this tired Mama's body, has really taken its toll. Not to mention the emotional stress that having the Mirena still in my body and carrying a little life is doing to me. (more on that on another post) My worries are endless when it comes to that, and then I start thinking of how I will need a bigger vehicle to hold 3 car seats...........and how can I continue to work full time when the cost of daycare will suck me dry of every last penny that I may earn..........and we have a 3 bedroom house and we could use a 4 now. The list goes on and on.
So this morning, I wore lipstick. I took extra effort to pull together an outfit that is not jeans and a sweatshirt. It wasn't easy, especially this morning. I woke up with a slamming headache and went to the toilet for my morning puke session. The kids kept me up all night between one being sick and one having night terrors, so sleep was just a dream for me last night.
Mama needs to get her groove back! With my second trimester just around the corner, I am hoping, praying, and begging the universe that my groove will return for at least a little while. I am hanging onto that hope of the little energy burst I have usually in mid-pregnancy . That time where the morning sickness fades to a memory and although you have some new aches and pains, things seem a little more tolerable for a while. Until they get worse again at that end, but I am not thinking of that yet!
So maybe, just maybe wearing a sassy lipstick or gloss will get me one step closer to my old self. It can’t hurt to try.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
I have to say that in meeting you I am feeling very intimidated. You will bring huge change to me this year and to my family. In spite of being intimidated I have huge faith in you that you will do the right thing. I know we just met but I need you to know......I am counting on you. Big time. PLEASE 2012 don't let me down. Don't let us down.