I just let out a deep breath, I feel lighter, and I feel myself straightening up.  I did it, I figured something out, although extremely simple, something which these techies and bloggers would scoff at, at least I figured it out.

I changed my url address.  I have been blogging now for two weeks and every time I logged onto this account I saw the url address that I DID NOT WANT. Because of my embarassingly bad habit of relying on my husband for many things, namely computer stuff, business type of things, and home improvements, I ended up with something I did not like.

In fact, if I dig deep into the memories, I’m pretty sure past situations where I relied on others left me unhappy with a result or perhaps just unhappy. 

But I lived with it until today.  Today is the day I decide to overcome helplessness because I certainly do not want to continue down this damsel in distress charade and I absolutely do not want my girls to feel helpless, trapped, and not empowered!

“Screeech…scrape…per klunk!” Ok well my two year old just dragged the kitchen chair over to the counter so she could climb up and grab some cookies that she just spied. Hmmm,  I guess I can’t be too mad because 1) Those are my home made oatmeal frosty cookies and they do happen to be amazing and 2) She just figured out how to get these delicious treats all by herself.

Yes! I silently think to myself, you go little one!  As I half heartedly remind her,  “No cookies before dinner.”

Oh what the heck- have a cookie- really, there are worse things!

Putting blinders on

When I woke up this morning I has a sense of dread….I had to get the girls up and get older to preschool. Since we had been off for what has seemed like weeks we were all off schedule and the girls had been sleeping late..I thought about just keeping her home and staying in my lazy, avoid the world cocoon, but I didn’t . I rallied and with lots of “hurry up, stop dilly dallying” we got out the door. I went to the grocery store where little stuffed her face with munchkins while I quickly navigating the aisles only putting in “meal type of foods” ..
Trying to stick to meals and limit the snacks. The snacks being my shameful go to idea of what to do when we’re bored… Oh let’s have a snack! Shame on me …. These girls need attention from their, ahem… Role model… Wow! It’s really sinking in now that the older is 4… She looks at me, wants to be me, needs me, copies me, and I am her world.

HER WORLD!!!!! Ladies! This is a huge deal. And especially Moms of daughters… Body image, assertiveness, strength, confidence… You know – everything the books write about and we see destroyed as girls become adolescents… A lot of this rests in our hands!

Oh I just got on a tangent there… After the grocery store we went to Kohls and we got what we needed and I had a little time to kill so little and I were looking at picture books and I,just decided to put her down on the floor and read her books. Just put the blinders on and ignored anyone who would think this a bit odd , and had a nice little break.

I am going to do more things and not worry what the world thinks…. Starting the adventure of more living, less worrying.

Happy New Years

Well, here it is. The first day of the new year… A fresh start, a blank slate, and boy am I excited! I changed the name of my blog today … It used to be laundry love … Um yea , what the heck was I thinking! I abhor laundry- it’s the most mind numbing task that NEVER ENDS….EVER! It’s like a battle where I always lose or end up flat out frustrated! I manage to put the clothes in, maybe remember to put them in the dryer…but when it comes to the actual folding ugh, it takes days to get this done…mostly because the girls keep throwing themselves in the pile of clothes…. And then when the miracle of actually folding the laundry occurs, the piles sit there forever. I mean the entire task of putting all those little pink and purple tiny socks in pairs used all the “boring chore” reserves of my brain and I couldn’t even fathom the idea of going from room to room opening up drawer after drawer and putting away those freshly laundered items!
So there you have it. I don’t like laundry and sometime I don’t love being a stay at home Mom but I love my girls more than anything and I am going to embrace this time with them…even though my four year old cried passionately this evening about how she didn’t want to eat the meatball for dinner ! And the fact that I picked up toys off the ground all day long only to walk to a different room to see that my two year old decided to decorate the walls with stickers and crayons… Yea this is my fabulous life but I will continue to make it my mission to raise confident, happy, smart, and strong girls.