Quiet Moments

Yesterday morning we took our son to a local surgery center to have tubes put in and adenoids taken out. Having your child go under anesthesia is a nerve wracking experience. He came through just fine and spent the afternoon sleeping. 


This was on our way home. Side note: He used to call R2D2 beebooboop. Adorable. 

My mother in law brought my other two kiddos home and they were ready for naps. My youngest though tries to act as if he doesn’t truly need a nap. On these types of days, I will lay next to him and watch Parks & Rec or Frasier, whichever old show I am in to at the moment. Currently it is Parks & Rec…he lays and watches with me until he falls asleep. Typically halfway through the show even though Frasier actually put him to sleep faster than others.  


It isn’t often anymore that three kids sleep at once, so my quiet moments are usually in the evening. By that time, I am as useless as road kill and don’t get much done. Let alone sitting and reflecting on my life. 

I didn’t use my time yesterday to reflect much or even try to maintain the mountain of laundry. Instead, I sat and laughed at the jokes of Parks & Rec whilst eating my way through the snacks in my house. Some days, that is what we need. To sit and do nothing. Hashtag relax 

What do you do in your quiet time? Do you let your 18 month old watch a dumb show with you? 

The Switch

I go from being a frumpy stay at home mom to a decently dressed citizen. (Don’t mind my closet, it is organized but small.) 

I did not shower. I slathered on some make up, repositioned the hair tie, and slid into some new clothes. Added earrings. (That I love. My husband gave them to me and now I want a set in every color.)

Being a mom is tough. Looking like a mom is rough. There is a fresh feeling of dressing in clothes that make me feel good. Even when I haven’t showered in 24 hours! (Don’t worry. I eventually bathed.) 

What do you do as a parent that makes you feel good? Turns you into a human again. 

True Life

I always aim to be honest. Even in social media, I don’t pretend my life into a wonderful Pinterest picture. I am not interested in creating a fake appearance that everyone can look at. Instead, I am being real. 

In my effort to be real and honest with myself, I created an Instagram account for what I eat. I did not mean for it to become some public thing and yet Instragam has a way of sharing your news with people. Now my eating habits are being followed by 23 people. 

As I began to get followers, my first instinct was to hide some of the stuff I have been eating. Why? Because I rarely eat fruits or vegetables. RARELY. It is something I have struggled with for years and it has come to a head this year. My health isn’t exactly great and I have high cholesterol. So I need changes. Desperately. 

Anyway, having followers on my Instagram account has made me start second guessing my food choices which is initially why I made a food account. I read a study about people who took pictures of their food were more likely to eat less. (Don’t ask me to find this study because that is too much work.)

The good. The bad. The ugly. I think as a person I try to keep it out in the open. I like to think that people enjoy good refreshing honesty. You know what? Being honest with yourself is the first step in living it out in the social media world. 

Telling myself the truth. The cold hard truth is one of the hardest things I do. 

These are the rambling thoughts of a mother as she stuffs her face with tacos. Happy Taco Tuesday!


Yes my face is always that red and my hand is always that white. It’s an Irish thing?