I have formed a bad habit…
You see whenever I complete a task, a chore, or just check something off my to-do list I reward myself. I reward myself with a kiss. Not the quick peck on the check kind but the melt in your mouth, silky goodness, ohhh baby yeah kisses. Yes, I am talking about those sweet, crave able, mass produced kisses from my handsome friend Hersey’s!
I’m always preaching about giving back. It’s something that my parents have distilled in me from a young age. Every week we try to find a way to give back to our community. A small token to make someone else have a better day. A way to bring a smile to someone else’s day!
It’s that time of year, pumpkin spice and everything nice has filled our homes and store fronts! It’s also that wonderful, magical time of year, where we once again can pull out the beloved black yoga pants. Those comfy, soft pants that don’t make us feel guilty for binge eating ice cream after last night’s bed time battle with the kids.
If you can dress up this beloved clothing item to wear them out more in public, other than a trip to Target, even better!
This weekend I did a Target run with my sister in-law. She is expecting her second baby in just a matter of a few weeks. So, we hit up Target for all those last minute post-baby items she will need.
After grabbing a few hospital snacks and diapers, we were standing in front of the nursing bras. I started to laugh because right next to the nursing bras were those big old Grannie Panties! You know the kind. Touché Target! Touché!
Fall is in the air! Pumpkin spice and everything nice!! Crisp leaves, sweater weather, and everything pumpkin spice lines the store shelves!
After seeing the 500th ad for pumpkin spice lattes this week, I thought we better jump on the band wagon. My daughter has been begging for donuts so the fearless mommy hit the test kitchen and let me tell you… these rocks!!!
To the mom at Target tonight. I could hear that sweet cry of your hungry newborn aisles away. The sound made my uterus skip a beat, that sweet little voice. I thought right away about those snuggly soft baby blankets, the sweet smell of a newborn’s head, the tiny little diapers covering an even smaller tush. As I got closer to the check out, I felt your pain. I remember the feeling of desperation trying to get the groceries loaded and trying to paying before causing a scene. Trying to hush the baby, and dig for a checkbook at the same time. Feeling overly tired, frantic, and overwhelmed by this tiny little life that is disrupting everyone’s shopping experience.
Since having kids, I have stayed up late at night, worrying about all the what-ifs! As I listen to my husband’s breath heavy next to me, my mind runs through the “what ifs” through my head over and over again. It’s now become my way of counting sheep. I know I am not the only mom out there who does this!
So, I have headed to the professionals for their help, easing all those mom brains out there. Continue reading