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Mom failing: Tooth Fairy, Santa, Easter Bunny- What NOT to do.

So you know Santa? How about the Easter Bunny?… Tooth Fairy?

I think my oldest does, too… Or she thinks she does. So I’m going to write this in the order of the ones she still believes in, to the one she now [unfortunately] knows the truth about, and what I did wrong.

[Not so] Pro Parenting Tip: Remember the lost tooth. (I know, silly right?)

The one I’m currently struggling with is the Tooth Fairy. She’s at that age where she’s looking more like a hockey player than my sweet girl. She lost her first tooth over a year ago when she was away from home so I didn’t have to deal with it then, but the first tooth she lost with me was when we were on vacation.

Mom, how is the Tooth Fairy going to come if she doesn’t know where I’m at?!

Good point, kid. We’ll save it away and tuck it under your pillow when we get back home. Long story short, the tooth never made it under the pillow and she ended up losing another one before that one was remembered and she was mad that she was jipped. Found the tooth in our luggage months later, put it under her pillow, she got a dollar.

I’m not so sure she really cares about that one because it’s money, but she hasn’t said she knows its me— yet.

[Not so] Pro Parenting Tip #2: When they get older, keep it simple…

Do NOT go overboard. I know its totally not the time of year, but Christmas only six months away. This year is halfway over! Here’s my next mistake.

So I thought I was being this super proactive, awesome, mom by taking a picture of my living room on Christmas Eve and “photo shopping” Santa in there (it looked legit!), and doing that PNP (Portable North Pole) App where Santa talks to your child through a customized video for your kid (that app is awesome!), and by taking her to see Santa at the mall. Exceeeppppt she’s seven, and she’s picking up on small things like “That Santa’s beard isn’t real“, or “That Santa was fatter than the other Santa” and my favorite “Why are there so many different Santa’s and who was it that came into our house on Christmas eve!?

Yeah, explaining that Santa is only one person and that he has soooo many helpers around the world to help him do his job was a hard one to explain. He’s magical, he’s everywhere, he’s always watching. But even Santa needs help.

If you’re going to use anything and they’re a little older.. use the PNP app. You can make multiple videos ranging from Santa calling to make sure they’re behaving or to tell them they’re doing awesome, to having Santa tell them what they need to work on to remain on the nice list, to a video on Christmas Eve. When Santa told her she needed to work on her attitude the horror on her face was so real.. SO for now this belief is still alive and [barely] thriving.

Mom FAIL. I did too much!

[Not so] Pro Parenting Tip #3: The Easter Bunny might not seem like a BIG deal, but he is.

To be honest, I don’t even really remember exactly what she said but it was along the nature of “I know the Easter Bunny isn’t real“… But I do remember saying “You’re right… Mommies and Daddies help make Easter fun, we buy [the things], and we do [the stuff] to make things fun for our babies” (or something close to that).

Instant regret crept it’s way into my heart as her face sank. She sat on the couch and tried to silently cry. My brain started pinging…

But she just said she knew!“, “WHY did I say that??“, “Can I retract my statement??

How do I fix this?

She wanted to believe, she really did. She wasn’t asking for the truth she was seeking confirmation that he was real. So I held her, and being that in my household we believe in God, I told her what Easter is really about. (Of course before I calmly explained that to her, I frantically texted my dad asking what do I do?!). I was sad that I just bursted her bubble. I know they’ll all figure it out one day, and I really thought she had… for the Easter Bunny, anyway.

So if you have an inkling that your kid still believes or wants to believe, don’t do what I did.

I learned this from an old co-worker of mine and our new motto in the house is “If you believe, you will receive“.

I don’t care how old they are.

 

cheers!
ashley

 

#coffeemom

 

 

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Mom’s cup of coffee- A relatable short story.

Its 6:07am (yes, exactly that) and my alarm goes off.

I snooze it.

Then again at 6:11, 6:16, and 6:21am.

I snooze each one.

This morning I was able to. Both baby sitters I have, including my backup, were unable to watch my youngest. Lucky me. No, really. Lucky me. It’s a rare occasion I get to be home and “bum it” with my kids (yet its hardly ever really bumming it).

7:15am. I hear my youngest chatting away in her crib, and thats my cue. I get up, start the coffee, and head to her room. Exactly as I expect, she’s peering between the bars of her crib and her changing table. I see the smile in her eyes as I enter the room and make my way to her. Her eager arms reaching out to me, I swoop her up.

I missed you last night“, I say kissing her cheek.

We wander to the kitchen with her weight on my hip and an arm around my neck. A waffle for breakfast- her favorite.

Mo nom-ah nom-ah!“, she squeals.

I pour a cup of coffee, add my creamer and we sashay to the living room. We sit on the floor at the foot of the chaise with my legs out in front and her on my lap. She leans back against my chest as she devours her waffle.

Mommy left her coffee¹.”

She doesn’t care. She’s snuggled up with mommy bobbing away to Paw Patrol. So I wait.

Finally she runs off and I get up to get my coffee. Its in the same spot, just lukewarm now. So I top it off with some from the pot.

Pitter patter, pitter patter. “Mo nom-ah nom-ah!“, she goes again. This time its for her Sippy (which is also Paw Patrol). So I put my coffee down² and reach for her cup and fill it up.

We walk back into the living room and she has me chase her into her princess tent, and we play.

Am I supposed to say no to this?!

When she runs out of the room I go back to my cup-same one- but this time I dump a little out since the red light is still on indicating the hot plate is still heating the almost-hour-old coffee, and once again I top it off.

Thud, tumble, tumble. “Ma maaaaaa“. I abandon my coffee³ and scurry to her room. There’s no crying so I’m not in full sprint, but more of a brisk walk (think a 4-5 level) on the treadmill. She looks up guiltily as she’s moved her dirty clothes hamper and managed to unplug her nightlight/white noise machine and pulled it down from the shelf by the cord. I roll up the plug and stow it away until it makes its way back out for bedtime.

But this hamper she’s moved… its been tipped over, displaying the cootie-clad clothing from the week splayed out on the floor. It’s begging me to bring it downstairs to be washed- so I do it. I also bring another load up from the dryer and I sit on the floor and I fold. I fold and I fold until I remember I have a [probably frozen] coffee waiting for me. The light is off on the pot. The remainder of the coffee is no longer warm enough to make mine any warmer. So I open the microwave as a last resort and I reheat my coffee. *cringe*

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About to heat my coffee up in my Harry Potter mug. Note there is NO RED LIGHT ON on the pot

While its heating up I decide to throw in a pizza (yep, its lunchtime now). I set the oven to 450° and the microwave signals that my coffee is ready⁴. So I crack the microwave door while I finish putting in my pizza.

15 minutes passes, out comes my lunch and shortly after we both share my pizza. Once its consumed I stand up, wash my plate, and place it in the dishwasher.

I turn around…and freeze. “Sh*t, my coffee“.

I take it out, walk to the sink, and dump it out.

I look at a bottle above my fridge. Is it too early for wine?! I grab a glass and the bottle to open it up…

Ma maaaaa!”

…..maybe tomorrow.

this story is based on true events • (in probably every single house that has a coffee-drinking mom). I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed reflecting back on my day!

cheers!

 

#coffeemom

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Goodnight, little one

Goodnight, little one”, 

I whispered as I laid you down for bed. You look up at me and smile with sleepy eyes before rubbing them shut, and I melt. Just when I thought I was ready for you to lay down and be out so I can relax myself, my heart pings with a longing to scoop you up and wish you’d lay peacefully in my arms. But you won’t. Your bed is your cue for sleep, not my arms anymore.

I turn on your nightlight and creep out of your room, then I look around. The remnants of your playtime remain on our living room floor. Your high chair, your snacks, the aftermath of toys from Hurricane Baby- its the calm after the storm. Some nights I gather them up quickly and put them away, but other nights I take my time. I look at the elephant that sings and picture exactly how it makes you spin and dance, and the itty bitty red teddy bear thats the size of my palm, that you somehow manage to squeeze into a hug- and I smile. One day I’m going to long to have toys and kid-things to pick up and put away. So I grab the lotion I used after bath and snap the lid shut, knowing just an hour or so before we “argued” over whether it was edible or not, and I put it away.

There are nights when I stay up to do laundry and I sadly put aside the outfit I bought you from what I thought was last month that you’re already outgrowing way too quickly, just to put it away for safe keeping in hopes we might be able to use it for baby number three one day.

I remember being pregnant with you and wondering how on God’s Green Earth, I was gong to love you as much as I love your sister. If my heart was even capable of any more love. Then you were born and my cup runneth over– you proved me wrong.

Through your tantrums, the biting, the hitting, constantly managing to get into things you shouldn’t be in, and trying to teach you right from wrong, I miss you when you go to bed.

So, many nights before I go to bed to lay with daddy, I sneak back in your room and I sit down by your crib. If I am able, while you’re sleeping, I’ll place my finger in your hand and instinctively, you grab it.

Then off to bed I go.

“Being a mom has made me so tired. And so happy.” —Tina Fey

 A poem by me, Ashley CincottaGoodnight little one“, I whisper
as I lay you down for bed.
Mommy will be in the other room
watching daddy sleep, instead.

That only lasts a little bit as she
she stays up a while to think-
About the toys I need to put away,
and the dishes in the sink.

So I put away the laundry
sadly laying smaller clothes aside,
wanting you small just a little longer
my heart, it breaks inside.

I sneak back in your room
and watch you sleep so peacefully.
It’s my secret form of comfort as
you’re growing right in front of me.

I sit there watching for a while
as my work is finally done.
Mommy loves you more than life, you know.
I whisper, “Goodnight, little one“.

Life change

5 Things I learned by moving and starting over

Ever wonder what it would be like to make the move to another state you know little, to nothing, about? Where you know only a handful of people, those of which are family members who live about an hour away? Or to give up a stable career to start over 180º in another direction? Or you meet someone amazing and have to decide whether or not to move to where you’re from or where he’s from? I know what it’s like and this is my list from my personal experience.

1. It gets lonely.

You know those days when you could go grab coffee with your best friend? Or have a movie/wine night on a whim? Or hell, even a play date where the kids can entertain each other while you two catch up on the latest gossip. I’m on year three here in Minnesota and while I do have friends, it doesn’t help that none of them live nearby, or we all have kids and can’t figure our schedules out. Or twenty other reasons it just doesn’t work out. And I am the queen of extroverts. #teamleo #lifeoftheparty. Another reason it gets lonely is because more people come go, than go come. You can try all day to keep in touch with people, but nine times out of ten it isn’t reciprocated.

2. Finding a [good] job isn’t going to be easy.

In my case I went from full blown active duty Air Force to the Air Force reserve. Completely different worlds. (For those of you who don’t know, that means I work my military job one weekend a month and participate in two full weeks worth of all military-ness a year). Since I have been here I have gone through four different [civilian] jobs before I landed my current one. One where I get paid a decent wage near home. I took a huge pay cut taking this leap of faith moving out here, but what makes up for it is the cost of living is much lower than Colorado. That’s FIVE jobs in THREE years.

3. Small towns > Suburbs & Cities

I came from living in both. The hustle and bustle of the cities, and by golly the traffic, is not my cup of tea. And the suburbs! Where you have the ability to high five your neighbor while you’re both on your porcelain thrones because you’re living on top of the other- no thanks! While that was appealing to me before and I could still live there and be just fine with it, I’m 95% sure that if I had to choose I’d be going with the small town vibes. You get more bang (and land) for your buck out here! I like looking around and not being able to look in my neighbors’ eyes, or recognize them, since I’m near sighted and would need my glasses to do so. I give credit to my husband for wanting to raise our family out here. Don’t be afraid of moving to a small town!

4. Amazon is Amazing

Its not like I’m new to online shopping- but I found the ease and convenience of Amazon (and their lightning speed shipping) to be a dream! Not to mention their lightning deals. Plus living in a super small town limits where I get to shop in person. Its a 25 minute drive to Target – ouch! – and I’m not making that trek for some milk or formula. (Not that I’d be buying either of those on Amazon so moot point, I just love Target). Its my best friend out here, I can meet Amazon up and sip coffee any time of day and tell my shopping secrets to it… except then Amazon goes and tells the UPS guys who delivers my packages in plain sight for my husband to see… so maybe not my best friend.

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I need this doormat

5. It has helped my marriage grow in so many ways.

I’m not alone in the “not having friends” department. The only other people my husband sees outside of work is yours truly and his family. Let’s even throw in Jason our boat salesman since he’s seen him more times than we’d like since purchasing our boat! (Good thing it’s still under 100% warranty). So we are each other’s support. We have become so much closer. (Partly because we initially lived in a town where the population was 1200, and I’m sure 1000 of them are cows so we were all each other saw!). We have both compromised so much to be where we are today. We did long distance for a little over a year when I was still serving on my active duty contract and his was done, and prior to that things weren’t even all that great. When he left Colorado, our relationship was at its all time low. We even broke up for a couple months until we realized we were still texting each other frequently and he made the first move into starting this back up. I was afraid. Afraid to leave the first place I had ever called home (military upbringing), to leave my freaking career, and my friends and family. But let me tell you this- it was the best thing I have ever done. We never (okay sometimes) get sick of each other. I supported him when we had 30 acres and a funny (I mean pig) farm. There’s never been a time when it was just the two of us because if you’ve read any of my previous posts you know he’s an amazing stepdad to my daughter from a previous marriage, and we’ve maybe been on a handful of “dates”, but this is our chaos. Maybe its because we are forced to get along because we’re all each other really ever spends time with, but I am beyond thankful that I took the leap.

I would have added Adapting to change/surroundings to part of my list but for my personal experience this didn’t necessarily apply since I’ve moved everywhere from Arkansas all the way to Japan and I can easily adapt.

If you’re thinking about doing it I recommend giving it a shot. You can always go back home and rejoin in the life you previously lived. You will always have somewhere to go home to. (Unless you’re me and your entire family moves away from the place you call home and sells their house and you can’t even bum a room from them anymore if you want to visit because they’re gone!). If its for the same reasons I did it, go for it if you feel the person is worth it. If they’re not, you can either make a new adventure of it, or you can go back home.

You miss 100% of the chances you don’t take

If you want to know more (after reading this novel- if you even made it this far) feel free to comment or email and I’ll get back to you! Thanks for reading!

cheers!

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One Size does NOT fit ALL

If you have kids, you know what I’m talking about. Mom Bods.

I need to find humor in it some days to make myself feel comfortable in it. Here’s a quick true story.

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A Day at the Pool

Me showing off my stretchmark-clad body: “Lets get in the water.”
Friend who feels overweight: “No.”
Me: “Why not?”
Friend: “I feel like a hippo”
Me: “Well I look like a Zebra. Let’s just go to the watering hole together!”

And we laughed about it, and still didn’t go in the water for another half hour. The end.
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So lets get down to what makes a mom-bod.

The stretch marks (in places you never knew you could get them!), the loose skin (mine will probably only go away with a tummy tuck- that I’ll pay for when I win the lottery), the cellulite, the arm flab, the all around weight gain, the transformation of your hoo-hah for the next few weeks post-partum, the c-section scars, the boobs (or lack-thereof). Unless you’re one of those freaks of nature, whose bodies just bounce right back to being normal without a trace of a baby being in there- in which case I’m going to say is not normal. (I have quite a few of these friends. I wish I could hate them).

I mean, my body shrank back down to size, but my stretch marks got stretch marks!  My calves got stretch marks. And boooooyyyy did my thighs get stretch marks. My oldest did some work on this mom bod.

Orrrrrr… maybe it was all the midnight Whoppers, and early morning root beers on the way to work. Or the fact that I took “eating for two” and ran with it! Either way!

It took me a long time to embrace the changes to my body. Even with working out and managing to get visible abs, the loose skin was still a problem. I lubed up my belly my whole pregnancy to try and prevent stretch marks, but didn’t know my thighs were my problem! After I had her, I swore off shorts for the rest of my life because of how purple they were. Yeah. That lasted all of 2 seconds since the house I lived in had no A/C. I tried to find creams to fade them faster, hoping they’d disappear. That didn’t work for me either. And these boobs? They were great when breastfeeding (aside from the pain of clogged ducts and the struggle for supply), but when I gave up on it… they gave up on me.

So I gave up, too. I mean.. I still wear bikinis, not to flaunt my stretch marks, but because I still feel beautiful. I just know that no matter what look like, mom-bod or not, that there are so many other people out there who just don’t give a crap about my body. Even girls with “perfect” bodies, hate something about the way they look. I know the way I beat myself up about my looks and my body, almost every single other woman out there is doing the same, too.

I may complain about this or that or mentally pray that my husband still thinks the same of me, but we met when my oldest was two. So you can imagine the horror I felt at the thought of being intimate for the first time. We’ve been together 5 and a half years, and I still hide my body from him. I know, if he didn’t care then, that he doesn’t care now, and that I shouldn’t either.

I wouldn’t trade my mom-bod for my pre-pregnancy bods because I have learned to love my appearance more than I had before (and I thought I was hot sh*t, before). I mean so in a more humble way. I respect my body and the capabilities it has to f30707931_1913901138642271_4298308806326091776_norm life within it. If I had my pre-pregnancy bod, I would not have my two beautiful children.

My version of what I expect my body to look like differs from what you expect your body to look like. All mom-bods are accepted forms of beautiful. We just have to learn to love our new bodies in a different light- and that may take a while. That is okay!

“One Size” does not fit all, when it comes to our bodies.

cheers!
ashley

P.S.- I still love all my freak of nature friends, even if you don’t have to deal with most of these issues.

#coffeemom

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A Father’s Reward

In honor of Father’s Day.

You always hear “there’s no love like a Mother’s love”. Moms this, moms that. (I mean let’s face it- moms are awesome!)

But dads? They’re dead beats. They get praise in “doing the dishes”, or cleaning anything in the house since that’s to be expected of mother’s. They “work all day and get to relax at the end of the day while mom works all day and night taking care of the kids”. Right? At least that’s what social media tells us.

Wrong.

Dads are the superheros in our normal, everyday lives. The ones who save the day (and sometimes the kids from falling). The ones who don’t need or get validation from the world for what they do to provide for their families. The ones who are willing to work hard labor, wear a suit sitting in meetings, or the ones who wear a uniform willing to lay down their lives for not only their families but for people like you and I, 8-12 hours a day.

They will be our daughter’s first loves and our son’s first heroes.

They are the foundation of what our daughters should look for in a spouse, and how their sons should treat all women.

They are our pillow talk, our daily journal entries when we need time to vent, our best friends. We seldomly get to hear their sides of the story. So this is what I did..

I asked some of the dads in my life and dads that are friends of mine what the greatest reward of being a dad is and their responses were so very heartwarming. Here’s what they said:

cheers!

(featured image photo credit: www.angelatabakophotography.com)

Grief and Loss

What cannot be said, will be wept

What cannot be said will be wept.

This comes with grief.

Over the last week two people I know have had some sort of loss in their lives. Whether it was someone they love or someone they worked with. Neither one, will you ever be ready for. You never know how it will affect you until it happens to you.

And the heartbreaking reality is- it will happen to you at some point in your life.

The loss I learned of this morning is weighing heavy on my heart. It’s not my loss to grieve, yet I grieve anyway. It was the loss of a child. A child they had the chance to meet, but will never get to know. I hugged my youngest a little longer this morning. Thankful that I am able to hold her and watch her grow and play. I also called my oldest first thing to say good morning and let her know how much I love her. (She’s away on an adventure for the next 9 days).

And I wept.

The loss I learned of a few days ago affected my mother. She doesn’t need to work but she does. She finds joy in working with and helping others (I get my soft, extremely emotional, empathetic heart from her). She lost a coworker. Someone who made her laugh and who would light up any room he walked into. My heart hurts for her, his family and her company’s loss. And you know what?

They wept. 

A loss isn’t always the passing of someone. Its also letting go of toxic people in your life. People that you love dearly but know that its better to love them from a distance than letting them do harm to you or watching them consistently do harm to themselves and others around them.

They weep.

A loss is divorce. Its having a falling out with someone. Its miscarrying a life you were hoping to celebrate. Its one day hanging up the phone with someone you called a best friend and then never hearing their voice again- by choice. Its losing yourself trying to become someone you’re not for someone who doesn’t accept you for who you are. Losing yourself is also a loss.

All these scenarios (and these are just a few examples) are considered losses to all people in all different walks of life.

Now the pain that’s accompanied with all these examples varies on who you talk to. It varies on what that individual felt during that time, and probably still does. We are not the ones who get to judge whose pain is worse or whose loss was greater.

We can all weep for our losses.

Sometimes we hit a wall with words and don’t know what to say. I am someone who has a way with words yet still, when it comes to comforting a grieving loved one, even I am sometimes at a loss for them.

Whether you don’t have the words, or don’t wish to speak them- its okay just to weep

interior design · Mom's Corner

“I am going to make everything around me beautiful- & that will be my life”

So we bought a house 10 months ago…

If you were to walk into it right now, you’d probably think that we were in the process of moving out.

THAT is how much progress we’ve made as to getting this place looking a little more “home-y“. I am slowly but surely browsing Amazon, Etsy, Target (duh), and wherever my browser takes me to find good deals on decor without breaking the bank.

I will show you a glimpse of our work-in-progress (because you aren’t getting a full glance of my house until I know my mom is making an appearance because that’s the only time it’ll be semi-decent) and where to find them.

My featured image was a custom piece that I requested from a seller on Etsy called LoveBuiltShop. I told them what I was looking for, saw one of their designs and asked if they would do something custom for me. They were very responsive and even sent me a huge selection of templates configured in many different ways for me to choose from. This was the result. (Shipping was fast and was carefully packaged. Shipped well before quoted ship time too)

Now my collage wall… mostly Target and Shopko. The shelves are by Hearth and Hand by Magnolia and you can find them here. The wall art is Shopko and you can find them here. The picture frames were from Target. (You can google that yourself). Here

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My semi-thought out wall collage in the living room. (Notice how the floor is not visible)

My kitchen sign is one of my absolute favorite quotes. Its so simple yet so romantic. I bought this from another Etsy seller named hoosierfarmhouse1. I didn’t even care what the price was so this was more of an impulse buy. I had to have it. You can find it here.

Again, very fast shipping and excellent customer service! I highly recommend them.

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My beautiful wall art by hoosierfarmhouse1 on Etsy. I really need to change out that ugly track lighting.

Now making its second “appearance” on my blog is my 2-tiered galvanized metal tray that was inspired by JEM Home Design (IG: thelittlebeachcottage), but mine was purchased from Shopko. You can find it here. (The rest of that stuff you’ll have to search on Target or Shopko’s page).

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My 2-tiered galvanized tray with random, semi-thought out decor.

The rest of these photos are merely browsed and randomly picked out things as I strolled through Target or Shopko’s aisles (these are my only options around where I live which is why they get multiple shout outs). There’s always Walmart… but, Target > Walmart and unfortunately for them since they’re basically neighbors Target gets my bizz-nass.

Now, decor (and baking) isn’t my niche, either but I know a few good people who do it. That is where my inspiration comes from.

Oh and Chip and Joanna.

cheers!
ashley

#coffeemom

baking · cooking · Mom's Corner

‘Made with Love’, really means I licked the spoon and kept using it..

… but that’s okay because I didn’t make enough cookies to share my cooties with anyone but my household.

& If I’m being really honest, I tried to make them big enough to where there wasn’t enough to share at all.

Tonight I did something for myself. (If you read my last post about lost missing time, then you know its past 10:30pm and this is my me time). I baked my favorite cookies in the entire world. Chocolate chip!

(Yes, the photo credit for tonight’s photos in this post goes to yours, truly)

Baking is not my niche and I’m only alright at cooking. I probably have a handful of1-read-directions-on-box-2-throw-box-away-3-11821347 recipes that I’m actually good at that don’t consist of mac n’ cheese, spam and rice, and brinner. I’m not sure if you do this, too but this photo (to the right) may as well have been done by me. I am horrible at following directions step by step!

But! This one time I am very glad I did. Because these cookies came out as perfect as can be. I usually look in the oven around the suggested cook time and think “I may as well eat the cookie dough raw if this is when I’m supposed to take them out of the oven”. I then proceed to leave them in just 5 minutes longer. Which in the world of cookie baking is so dumb.

Don’t do it!

Not if you want baked-to-perfection soft, chewy chocolate chip cookies. Which is the way God intended them to be. (Or maybe, just how I’d hope he’d want them to be). Anyway, I wanted to share a bit of my evening with you guys. Enjoy these [almost] professional photos taken with my iPhone 8 Plus camera.

**Also! If you can see any of my kitchen decor in the background behind those mouth-watering cookies, (I know my “professional” photos make it hard to pick out, ha!) just know that I was inspired by my super friend, Jennifer’s Home Design photos. I know I mention how baking isn’t my niche up there ↑↑↑ but home design is definitely hers! Check out her Facebook page JEM Home Design or her Instagram: @littlebeachcottage you won’t be disappointed!**

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ISO: Time! Who has time for any of this?!

Probably most of you, or at least the average person has time for all of this. But me? I am in desperate need of any and all you can spare. Will be using it for the following:

  • sleep
  • getting my kids ready
  • getting myself ready
  • work
  • extracurricular activities
  • time with my husband
  • and last but not least- me time!

I swear I was given 1440 minutes a day (I googled that)- just like the rest of you! But no matter what I do I still feel short-changed.

I know, I know. Everyone says, “Go to bed earlier.” or (even worse) “Wake up earlier.”, or my favorite, “Prioritize better”. Well you know what? I suck at all of those things! Ask my poor husband. Like I said in my previous post – he’s great – I never said I was. I, on the other hand, am a straight up hot freaking mess. I am so Type B that my go-with-the-flow attitude is more like a I’ll-handle-it-when-I-get-to-it type of personality. Which doesn’t work for most things in life. I have tried “To Do” lists (that end up being more of a honey-do list), planners, calendars, you name it! The only thing that tends to work is writing crap on my hands (and making sure I don’t scrub it off when I wash them).

Liiight buullb! I should get a “To Do” list tattooed on my hand to actually be able to utilize it efficiently. But it still probably wouldn’t work.

My kids probably think I’m a maniac in the morning because my artificially sweetened tone saying “Get your shoes on, mommy’s gunna be late!” (because she sucks) turns into *Batman’s voice* “Get your shoes on!”, by the 239th time I ask demand.

Then I look at the clock. 8:02am. I swore it only said 7:45am just 5 minutes ago! Good thing our baby sitter is only a minute drive away. Go, go, go!

Then I go to work, do worky-like things, and get home around 5:30-6 o’clock at night. Eat dinner (notice how I left out make because sometimes I don’t), then its time to play games like Basketball with balloons (we don’t have an indoor hoop), or Lets be cats (which somehow evolves into me becoming a horse in the middle of the game), or The coloring game (this one I like, because it makes sense and its mellow). Then next thing you know its bath time (God forbid you have to clean your stinky butt), and then story time and then it’s whatever-else-I-can-squeeze-in time (which usually consists of me half-assing laundry). Then again, I look at the clock. 10:30pm and the husband is ready for bed.

But I’m not. I just started me-time (aka laundry while watching Friends)

I might be a whirlwind of chaos. I may never be able to find the right way to do things (or the time to do things the right way), but its definitely my way of doing things. I may complain and wonder why I am the way I am. I may try [and fail at] bettering my tactics, but when I look back at the day when I’m sitting there alone in my thoughts, I always come back to this:

Where the hell did all the time go?

So please, while I am still very happy with how my life is going, I still want those extra minutes slipped into my DMs, if you have any to spare! =P (only half-kidding)

cheers!
ashley

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