Coffee&Kids&Yoga

Chatting with a friend this morning, we talked about something I wanted to share with everyone. Do you ever have days where you just feel sort of "off" and don't know why? Or maybe even some phases you go through where your mood and attitude are just icky but nothing you can think of off the top of your head makes any sense? I have those days SO often. Sometimes it makes sense and other times, it just seems completely random. I get really frustrated with myself for not being able to "shake it" off. I mean, I have everything I could ever dream of in life so why would I feel this way? Sometimes it can be something more serious like depression/anxiety.... or sometimes it can be hormones. Sometimes it can be as simple as the way we are eating and lack of exercise. But sometimes, I find it correlates to the date.  My mom passed away on the 25th of the month. It has taken me over a year to realize that I almost always have an off day on the 25th of the month.  The...

I see you, momma. I see all the work you do. Your endless effort and tiresome days. Your constant worries, doubts, and judgments you feel from others and from society.  I see you getting up early in the morning, instantly exhausted. Never feeling rested enough. Giving every single thing you have to little ones. To your job, to your partner, to your home. Even if you're not working outside the home, the tasks at hand are constant. Endless. Exhausting. Sometimes you feel like you're drowning. Or maybe you almost always feel that way and this isn't something that's rare.  You can barely keep your eyes open but you continue to put one foot in front of the other. Somehow... some way. Meals and chores and work... coffee... SO much coffee. And maybe wine? Maybe coffee by day, wine by night is your mantra these days.  Sometimes it feels like someone is constantly raining on your parade.  Children yelling and fighting... messes and fingerprints. School and driving and drop ...

Being at home all the time is a very busy phase in my life but can also be lonely and allow my mind PLENTY of time to think. Because of this... I often drift off to memories of my mom. Sometimes, as I'm rocking Acadia lately... I can picture my mom doing the same with me. As I lose my bearings in the day due to stress and a messy house, I think of my mom. Certain smells, sounds, memories come to my mind and it takes my breath away.  I know how fortunate I was to have her in my life for 29 years but it never seems like enough, does it? It's amazing that after a year and a few months, my mind sometimes plays tricks on me and I think that she is still alive and well. I look down at my phone and expect a text from her, a missed call, a voicemail, or even a "like" and/or comment on facebook. The painful reality swoops in to smash those thoughts and it aches all over again.  Being 1,000 miles away from family can be a blessing and a curse. A blessing in the sense that I can...

I often get asked, "how do you do it all?"  This, I'm assuming, refers to being the mother of three kiddos.... 7 1/2, almost 3, and then an almost 4 month old.  I also homeschool, volunteer at my church nearly every single weekend, read my Bible several times a day, keep a somewhat clean house, fairly minimalist, crafty, cook and bake some delicious things from time to time....  The truth is.... I don't do it.  I do it sometimes, or do somethings, but I lack in other areas. Most days my house is fairly spotless.  I was obsessed before but even more once my mom passed away. She always kept a clean, tidy house smelling of bleach and/or pinesol. HA! She set the bar high. I really just flow better, feel better, and parent better when I have a clean and tidy space. Less clutter allows me to be more creative and less crabby.  I don't judge anyone else for not prioritizing this. In fact, It's often a curse rather than a blessing.  It gets obsessive. If I ...

Hey, everyone! Welcome to my new blog! I don't really know where this will go or who plans on reading it BUT.... I was inspired by some friends this weekend so here it goes! I will start with an introduction and how I chose this new blog name. I'm Vicki. 30 years old, 3 kiddos, wonderful husband, beagle mom, home schooler, photographer, Jesus lover, homemaker, frugal shopper, minimalist..... did I miss anything? Probably. I am assuming most people who read this will be my friends and family because they will feel the need to be supportive. HA! But in case you don't know... I really love my life. I'm moody sometimes. A lot of times. I lost my mom last year and I will bring that up... a LOT. I'm healing. and grieving. I love coffee... and yoga.... and my kids. Hence, my blog name. I'm also obsessed with my husband. We began dating on Halloween in '03 and have been together ever since.  If anyone ever asks me how we have made it this long, my answer is cons...