hot mess mom
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I’ve never really been the mom to plan a big or even small, summer vacation. When I was a little girl, my single father, took me to a small resort on Bull Shoals Lake on the border of Missouri and Arkansas. He saved all year. He wanted to take his little girl fishing and show…
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Shamelessly raises hand in the back, I did that. Being that I have never bought a house before, I literally had no idea what to expect. Our realtor and lender were phenomenal in making sure that everything went smoothly. Honestly, my husband and I never thought we would ever be able to afford a house…
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Okay, I’m being a little dramatic. It’s actually only day 11 but who’s counting? Everyone. Everyone is counting. During this social distancing, stay inside order, quarantine; whatever you want to call it, I’ve really been inside my head. Like more than usual. I start each day with quiet time with the Lord where I read…
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I have a serious problem lately. I’m self-loathing to a fault. I was sitting in front of a mirror today while getting a haircut and I couldn’t help but stare at myself in pure disgust. The black tarp covering my whole body from under my chin to my shins; even my paper white ankles looked…
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It might be the teacher in me or it might just be my personality, but I am always trying to teach my kids to be kind. I hate it when my three kids argue with one another. I always stop them and give them the words they are lacking so they can get along better.…
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Just when I thought I couldn’t get any worse as a hot mess mom, I do. I have relented to taking showers every two days. I’m only shaving once a week. I have been spot cleaning my jeans with really yummy smelling soaps from Bath and Body Works so I feel like it’s better than…
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While catching up on some “Home Improvement,” an advertisement for a new movie caught my eye: “Love on a Limb.” It was so cheesy and so cute that I marked it on my calendar so I wouldn’t forget to watch it. Yes, I hate to admit it, but I marked my calendar to watch a…
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As a mom, I love to vent about my kids to my sisters, friends, and anyone who will listen. Some of the things they do just baffle me and I can’t help but talk about it. Plus, my kids are my kids and I love them so much, what else am I going to talk…
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It’s not like I wanted to… It was just the best option at the time…. and it felt so gratifying. Sitting around the dinner table with all six of us generally sparks some interesting conversation. My husband usually picks on the boys while our 14-year-old daughter and I try to embarrass little miss by asking…
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Oh sweet, sweet evening hours before and after dinner. When our voices get hoarse from all the talking (really it’s yelling but I don’t want to sound like one of those moms…. okay so maybe I am… a little… not all the time though… just Monday through Thursday), when the bags under our eyes get…
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