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SD Day 3: Feeling it already

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I’m tired, y’all. Just… tired. The anxiety and mental stress of wondering constantly if I’m doing the right things for my family and myself. Wondering how this is all going to affect the kids in the long run. Wondering how our economy is going to come out on the other side. Worrying about all the small businesses that probably won’t make it or will suffer if they do. Wondering how everyone else is feeling. It’s draining, and it’s scary, and it’s currently all-consuming.

I ventured out to the grocery store today, and while it wasn’t quite as bad as I had built it up to be in my mind, it was still a very sobering experience. There were literally NO canned goods on the shelves, people were snapping up packages of ground beef faster than the worker could put them on the shelf (I will say, I was pleasantly surprised at how nice all the shoppers and employees were to each other). No pasta, no bread, no toilet paper or paper towels. Lunch meat was so picked over there was barely anything left. Oddly enough there was plenty of produce, but that’s a puzzle for another time, most likely because it spoils so quickly? Who knows.

It’s kind of like a really bad dream that you can’t wake up from. Everything is so uncertain, the outcome isn’t written. You have people who are holed into their homes refusing to step foot in the light of day, and then you have people who don’t seem to give a shit what happens or who it happens to. Scary stuff, y’all.

I was actually going to try to write something funny and lighthearted tonight, but I just don’t really seem to have that in me, so I’m going to cut it here, go do something calming to my mind and come back at it tomorrow.

Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day for us all. <3

I’m kind of a big deal…

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Me in all my nerdy glory

Well, not really, but after THIS INTERVIEW with me from Kristin from Exploring Domesticity came out on her blog today I kinda feel like it.

(If you can’t get that link to work here it is in all its glory: https://exploringdomesticity.com/jamies-mom-life)

Seriously y’all, after a really tough, trying day with both kids (the boy in particular) I actually needed to read through this interview again myself and remind myself all of the little joys in parenting and ALSO to stay as low-key as I possibly can. Believe me, it’s hard enough sometimes taking my own advice, but it’s fairly sound….. I think.

Make sure you take a look around while you’re over there, such a fun website full of awesome tips! <3

Today, I almost died… or at the least almost lost my mind

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For realz guys, my life flashed before my eyes.

We had a great morning, a play date with friends, lunch at the roadside burger stand we love so much (well, that was so very close to being a disaster with a kiddo face full of barbed wire, but we narrowly avoided that little catastrophe…), and then on my way home I had to drop a check/contract by our utility district for a deposit on some concrete work we’re having done at the house tomorrow.

The SLUD, as it’s kind of affectionately named, is on the second story of a two story fancy-schmancy office building. I wonder if they’re spending so much on rent that they’re unable to afford repairs to our main roads, but hey, that’s a complaint for another day. I have both kids in tow, and it’s bordering on nap time, especially for the littlest. We go in, a baby on my hip and a sassy 4 year old by the hand, and I look around for the steps. Climb the steps to the second story, make it into the office, hand over the check while dealing with two kids annoying each other and squawking, and then head back out the office door. This is where it started to go downhill.

These kiddos are starting to get on my last nerve. Don’t judge my mom skills, y’all, I KNOW you’ve been in my shoes. Tatum (the four year old) insists on taking the elevator back down to the 1st floor….. from the second floor. I’m too annoyed/tired to argue, and even though I have this nagging fear of elevators I give in.

She pushes the button, the doors open, we get in. She pushes the number 1. The elevator starts to move….. ever….. so….. slowly.

DING! We make it to floor one…….

….. and nothing happens. Seconds start to tick by, and at first it’s ok, but after about 5-10 seconds (which seems like an eternity at this point) Mama starts to panic internally. Holy shit, I’m gonna get stuck on an elevator with two kids 4 and under who are overdue for their naps. I start to hyperventilate, I’m internally losing my shit, my life’s memories flash before my eyes. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. Probably about 60 seconds in I become crazed and desperate. I start smacking the “Door Open” button repeatedly. The doors open up almost instantly like there was never any problem.

And mommy walks out, cool as a cucumber on the outside, baby on my hip, and a sassy 4 year old by the hand, and nobody is the wiser to my minute and a half of complete internal meltdown.

Living the dream, y’all…… Living…… The…… Dream……. 😉