Last night my world was turned upside down by a single, stupid picture of a dress. You may be annoyed with this dress. And that’s okay. You may think there are bigger things to worry about in this world. And that’s true. But this dress is powerful. Science has explained why people see it differently. What science cannot explain though and clearly, neither can humanity is why our society refuses to accept that another person can see something completely different from us.
Our eyes see things differently. Our noses smell things differently. Our fingers feel things differently. Our ears hear things differently. Our tongues taste things differently. Every experience we have is unique to us. Words always try to describe what our senses feel but they will always come up short. I can teach my children everything they’ll ever need to know but I will always have a different view than they do. They will always have the ability to freely think and absorb their surroundings independent of the facts presented. Read the rest of this entry
This month has been a very trying month for me. First, all the sudden there is an uproar about moms wearing yoga pants, then there was a measles outbreak at Disneyland and the whole country went crazy and finally, the movie “50 Shades of Grey” came out in theaters and people POUNCED. I try really hard to remain neutral because I’m a blogger and I often have to represent both sides in my social media freelance work but when posts get completely overwhelming like they have been, I take a different approach: I leave social media altogether. No one in my real life is going to bring up these controversial topics and if they do, it’s with a mutual agreement that we love and care about each enough to empathize, respect and stop before feelings get hurt. Guess what? Posts on the internet that make money off of people viewing and sharing them aren’t too concerned about people’s feelings getting hurt. There are the few gems but let’s face it, anything you read in a blog should be taken in with a grain of salt. And I’m a blogger. I can say that.
Frustrated with the ongoing, never-ending mommy wars, I took a new fun spin on it and created my latest post for Mumbling Mommy. Go check it out, 50 Shades of Mommy Wars. You won’t regret it.
1. One month ago I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue and leaky gut syndrome. I’m kind of surprised by this but the most common reaction I seem to be getting is, “I didn’t even know you were sick.” That’s the thing. I am not sick. I function. I do what I need to do. I take care of my kids and finish my freelance work before my deadlines. My symptoms were so drastically different from what the average person saw of me. I often hide behind my smile.
2. I knew something was wrong. I’ve known for a very long time that something was wrong. I saw specialists for just about everything you can imagine, did blood tests and urine samples and MRI’s and CT scans. Gosh, I don’t even know how much money we’ve spent trying to figure out why my body is this way. I almost started feeling like it was all in my head. I asked my best friend on more than one occasion if she thought I was a hypochondriac. I have been mentally beaten, being told “everything is normal” over and over and over and over again. I don’t know how long that will take to heal. Part of me is still in disbelief. I say my diagnoses out loud and feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, like I’m talking about someone else I know. Read the rest of this entry
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This summer before having any clue about just how severe my medical issues were, I got the results of a basic hormone screening from my gynecologist. He’s a good guy but being told yet again that “everything is normal” when everything was very, very much NOT normal was extremely infuriating. I never advocate for using the internet to diagnose problems but with my range of symptoms, there was no way that it was all in my head. I knew something had to be wrong somewhere and I wasn’t giving up my fight yet to figure out what. I took to my trusty Bing search and tried to find ANYTHING that could explain. I came across a wide variety of [scary] articles about plastics and the endocrine blocking chemicals that make them up. It was overwhelming. I think everyone had a good idea about BPA these days but BPA is just the icing. There is so, so, so much more.
I began the extensive task of removing dangerous plastics from my life and my family’s lives as best as possible. I think it’s impractical to eliminate plastic completely but for anything controllable in your home, I highly recommend making the attempt.
Here are 5 practical ways to remove plastics from your life:
1. Dishes: It is easy for adults to use glass or ceramic plates and bowls but with small kids involved, finding a solution was hard. For our family, we selected a 5 piece set (plate, bowl, cup, spoon and fork) from Untangled Living. We’ve used them 3 months now and still really love them. They are the perfect size for small kids. The girls think they are awesome too. And there was no looking back. We have just one set per kid as they are a bit pricey and we wash them every meal by hand. It keeps our clutter down as well so win-win. Read the rest of this entry
Labels. Society is obsessed with labels. More often than anything these days, my label is “twin mom.” I owned it and used it often. I mean, I do have twins. But labels really aren’t helping us any, are they? What does that even mean to be a twin mom? Does it make me more exciting than other moms? Does it mean my life is harder or more blessed or completely insane? (By the way, it doesn’t mean any of those things…)
This morning I was walking to the library, pushing my double stroller with Pink and Purple inside and yes, they are twins but honestly, they have no idea. They are of the assumption that every other child has a sister or brother or friend or whatever. They play. They fight. They think that Orange is one of them just the same. If you ask them if they look like each other, they laugh and think you are crazy. So here I am walking. I do a lot of thinking when I walk so I’m walking and thinking. Read the rest of this entry
My forward facing 2-year-olds who haven’t maxed out the weight or height on their seats for rear facing but we switched because it was the best thing for us even though “I know better.”
Over 5 years ago, I became a mom for the first time. I knew what I was doing, sort of. I was a good mom, sort of. My kid turned out pretty fantastic, really. When I became a mom for the second time to two more little bundles, I knew what I was doing even more. I was a good mom even more. And my kids? Still pretty fantastic. Part of why I think I’m so great (you know, not tooting my own horn or anything) is because I have the ability to adapt and grow. I constantly research parenting trends, hot topics, new studies and more. I know A LOT about parenting. This doesn’t mean I apply every aspect to my own approach but it does mean that I am willing to change my own parenting plan if I find out maybe I was doing something wrong.
Along the way, I often find things I did totally and completely wrong with my oldest daughter. I didn’t do said things the same way with daughters two and three because when you know better, you do better. That’s my “mommy wars” mantra.
WHEN YOU KNOW BETTER, YOU DO BETTER. Read the rest of this entry
Late last week I signed on to complete a project called 99 Days of Freedom. You can read about the project here. My sister-in-law is also doing the project and is probably 6 weeks or so ahead of me. I found the idea from her. Really though, the project is just my excuse.
I hate Facebook.
I don’t hate Facebook for any particular reason or person. It’s something you probably can’t understand unless you are involved in Facebook the way I am. And some of you may be. But my Facebook break isn’t about any of you, it’s about me. It’s a personal development project for me. It’s about spending more time with my family. It’s about learning to not worry about things that really aren’t any of my business. It’s about my happiness.
Do I miss out on a lot of announcements? Yes, I sure do. And it really stinks. My genuine relationships though have figured out that emailing me, texting me, calling me, etc. are all adequate ways to get information to me as well. Read the rest of this entry
For my latest installment in Life Through Lyrics, I bring to you ‘Chasing Cars’ by Snow Patrol. This is a slightly older (a decade or so) song that I fell in love with as I sobbed watching Denny die on Grey’s Anatomy after everything Izzy tried to do to save him. To this day I still cannot wait that episode with bawling.
I revisited this song often during my days of infertility and after my miscarriages when I felt most alone in the world, I blasted it louder than my ears could handle and screamed along to it in my car on the highway. After years of listening to it and using it for every good, bad and ugly moment of my life, it is truly the one song I come back to over and over again as mine. It’s relatable to me in ways I don’t expect others to understand and that’s okay with me. Anyway… Read the rest of this entry
National School Choice Week is coming up QUICKLY… January 26 – Feb 1. I’ve been actively sharing links on my social media pages on how everyone can get involved so be sure to check me out on Twitter and Facebook.
Recently, I received a complimentary kit to host a family night to help out with the initiate. The idea is that every family has the right to pick the education system that will work best for them. One size does not fit all when it comes to imparting knowledge on today’s youth. To see more about how I feel on this topic, be sure to check out my previous post, “Teaching Our Children: You Have a CHOICE” Read the rest of this entry
Over the next several months, I’ll be blogging about 30 preset topics based on this post. Check it out and take the challenge yourself. And come back often to see more blogs from me.
I don’t have a lot of pet peeves. In fact, I’m pretty sure I only have one although it may or may not actually be considered a pet peeve. Read the rest of this entry