Aug 12, 2019

Are you a silent sufferer?

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When bad things happen we all have our natural way of reacting. Some, speak up about it. Some, stay quiet, and others can't even process such kinds of events.

I'm a silent sufferer.

When bad things happen, I tell no one. I don't mention it. I don't want to show any signs of there being an issue.

Growing up in the 90's it was all girl-power. I remember my mother taking me into her job on "bring your daughter to work day". A day set aside to encourage women in the workplace.

It was when women were trying to show they were just as capable and strong as men, but to me I saw the reality. Women, working full-time,  would go home, and end up doing most, if not all, of the domestic chores. My mom wasn't just capable like a man, she did twice the work, and still managed to smile.

She wanted me to be tough and not a glass house of emotions, like men think we are. "Be tough," she would tell me.

When she faced cancer while I was a high-school student, I learned just how tough I was. A teacher recommended I start seeing a therapist to deal with the trauma of my mother's new diagnosis. During the sessions, the therapist would ask me questions. The first one was always the same, "How are things going with you?" She would ask always knowing my answer. "Things are interesting," I would respond, and then I'd say no more. It was then that she recommended I start painting to help release my emotions and my feelings because she quickly learned I wasn't comfortable talking about them.

As I've grown, I've been blessed with a husband I feel more able to share the inner workings of my mind with, but with my biggest trials, I still feel incapable of sharing. There are no right words, and way too many feelings to process. I stay quiet. I smile. I show I'm strong, but the feelings are there.

To the silent sufferer, I want to give you permission to cope how you want to. Share what you want, and keep what you don't. Have a good cry on your own. Journal in a notebook. But please don't keep that stuff inside. It will come out in ways. Like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with way too much jelly, it'll bust right out the seams. One way or another, those feelings will come out, and I want to spare you the way I've seem come out of me. It's not pretty. It's not kind. It isn't patient. It is the opposite of all the good. So, let it go. Let it out. Just because you feel doesn't mean you're weak.





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Jul 18, 2019

Social media- a tool used to spread love.

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In a world where everyone has a voice, it can sometimes feel like the voices of those around you play louder in your own mind than your own.

People feel like they have a voice and you have to listen... everyone wants to weigh in. They are free to share whatever they want whenever they want. That is a privilege and a gift, but it can be abused far too often.

Topics like breastfeeding and natural childbirth are trending, and before you have even birthed your perfect babe, you have people telling you what they think you should do, say, feed, or even name your baby.

Sometimes, as a mother raising children in a social media driven world, it feels like you can never be good enough. Here are the debates I've seen since having my two kiddos-

You have to have a clean house, but if you have a clean house then you're not taking care of your kids. You have to homeschool, but then if you home school you're not socializing your kids.
You have to drop the weight right after having a baby, but then if you drop the weight you're unhealthy and care too much about the way you look. Where is your self-love?!

These are just a few of the less polarizing topics too. There is so much!

We would do ourselves and others so much good if we simply supported each other. That is an amazing use of such a powerful tool. Spreading love can change the world. Imagine if everyone on social media would uplift each other.

I saw this video of a teen who switched schools because he was being bullied. He was attending a different school, and the kids in his new class noticed he was having a hard time.

His classmates bound together and chipped in to get him new shoes, some clothes, and even gifted him money.

When they gave the gift to the boy, he cried. He was so thankful. The good people in his class didn't just give him things, they gave him love. They gave him the love he was denied at his old school. I have no doubt that such a moment pulled him out of a dark place he was in. Though, he never told the class he was having a hard time, they served him.

Not everyone voices that they are having a hard time. I believe there are so many mothers who struggle. Motherhood is no joke. The feelings are tough, raw, and hard. Let us serve each other. Let us love each other. Let us do what the women before us did. Remember Women's suffrage? When women come together, they change the world. We have the power with one comment, one like, one follow to change the world ladies. Let's start!

Jul 11, 2019

Nordstrom Sale

This year Nordstrom has some fun stuff on sale for the new season. 

As some of ya’ll might know, I love leopard and it's a huge trend for Fall '19. That’s a big deal for the leopard loving Jersey girl. 

Here’s the info on the dates for the Nordie sale (this is important because in my experience all the good stuff goes fast)- 

Early Access for Nordstrom cardholders: July 12th at 12:30pm EST 
July 19th Public Access: July 19th – August 4th 


Happy shopping!

Jul 10, 2019

InstantPot or InstantNot

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Well, here I am. Ashamed of the story I am about to tell.


I finally decided to give the good ol' Instant Pot a try. 


As many of you know, I am a huge fan of the CrockPot. Me and my slow cooker are best buds. 


We have gone through so much together. It fed me when I was single and had to put in long days at school and work. It kept my husband fed while I puked during my pregnancies. It welcomed me home with both babies. It kept our tummies filled postpartum and through a very colicky baby. It's simply the best. 


I had high hopes for you Instant Pot. I was not prepared for you to fail me.


I found a recipe on Pinterest, so I suppose some of the blame can be chalked up as a Pinterest fail, but really I blame you. You devil pot.


I put all the ingredients into you. I gave you all I had. Ten minutes went by, and when I opened you I was taken by surprise. 


Somehow you took the delicious chicken, rice, and other things and welded it into one. Scooping you out onto our plate, I called my kids. We all sat down. Looking at the mound of mush and cried on the inside, "whyyyyy."


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