Blog makeover!!! Shout out to warrior moms everywhere!

I’m reviving my blog!  That’s right, bringing it back to life.  Not only is writing therapeutic for me, but sometimes I feel like just need to vent about humanity, or lack of humanity sometimes.  But this isn’t going to be a negative blog……… sir, there is plenty of that when you turn on the television.  More than likely you will be entertained by my sarcasm and dark humor about life in general, but in particular about the challenges of motherhood.  Or as I like to call it “real life in the motherhood”.

Moms, in my opinion do not get enough credit.  We keep households running, patch up boo boos, help our teens get through their first heart break, make sure our kids are clothed and fed, you get the point, the list goes on and on.  In addition to that though, we have to keep ourselves functioning and sane!!!  Some of us work, some of us go to school, some of us do both and all the while we are trying to maintain our identity of the person we used to be before we simply became known as “Johhny and Jane’s mother”.  And then throw in to the mix something you weren’t expecting, a special needs child, a divorce, having to fight for child support (insert your own struggle here) and now we have become Warrior Moms!!!

If your kids haven’t told you, your ex hasn’t told you, your kids teachers haven’t told you, then let me be the first to tell you today moms……YOU’RE AWESOME!!!

Some of you may know me, and if you do, you will never be surprised at what I write.  Some of you may not know me, except for this blog, and you may be surprised, but you will probably laugh, and you will appreciate my real approach.  I feel we live in an age where there is too much…..far too much women bashing between women.  We need to come together, because nobody realizes your struggle, like another woman, or in this case another mom.

Its time for us to build each up, pat each other on the back and unite and rise up to be the strong women and mothers we were destined to be.  We need to do it for ourselves, not our kids, not our ex partners and not because society tells us to.  We need to do it because we owe it to ourselves to be the best that we can be!!


Taking charge…………starting tomorrow

I’ve decided that tomorrow February 1, 2014 will be the day that I take charge and regain some control in my life choices that has clearly eluded me at some point.  I was looking in the mirror the other day, rather disappointed in my appearance.  Not so much because I feel I’m not attractive.  I’m a mother of 4 (my oldest is 23 and my youngest is 9) and as far as aging, I don’t think time has been too incredibly cruel to me.  My disappointment came from the realization that I do not treat myself well, and I’m not talking about getting pedicures here and there and making sure I’m going to the salon on a regular basis to keep up with the latest style.  I realize that I do not eat right (as I currently stare at the 2 Pepsi bottles on my desk), I don’t exercise enough, I don’t sleep enough and even though I’m a massage therapist and I tell clients that addressing their own well being is paramount to happiness, I don’t remember the last time I got a massage.  For the love of all things sacred….what am I doing to myself?  So, starting tomorrow, because the first of a month seems as good a time as any to initiate the beginning of a goal (and because I have one Pepsi left to savor before I kick the hard stuff).  I am committing to a healthier diet that includes more fruits and vegetables, drinking more water, getting more exercise, getting more sleep and taking time out to reflect a lot more than I do.  It seems like we are always in such a hurry, with work, kids, school, practices, etc. etc, that we don’t literally stop and just take a moment to enjoy the little things.

I created the blog for my own accountability.  If people follow it and feel they have some words of wisdom or the ability to hold me accountable as well, I welcome it.  Sometimes we can’t do it by ourselves.

Now if you will excuse me I have to take a moment and bid my farewell to my trusty companion of the past, Pepsi, and assure the sweet concoction that its not him its me, but really, its both of us.