Tuesday, August 25, 2015


Hopefully by now you guys know how imperfect I am. I've mentioned several times that my life isn't all rainbows and sunshine, my house isn't perfectly curated, my kids aren't perfectly behaved, yadda yadda.

I've been seeing this trend on Instagram lately where women (and only women < -- there's something there) are feeling anxiety, worry, guilt (tons of that, actually) that their lives don't compare to someone else's perfect little Instagram squares. They are feeling like they're just not enough.

Let's be honest here. EVERYONE does it. Everyone stages pictures or shares the beautifully captured moments. Maybe your lighting isn't great or the kids are a little blurry but we all do it. Once in awhile we might throw in a "real" picture of our messy lives but for the most part, we like to filter what we show of our lives to the world.


Because when your child is in the middle of a temper tantrum, it is monumentally bad parenting to whip out your phone and share a picture of them screaming on social media instead of dealing with it.

Because when your sink is full of dirty dishes, you know you should be getting off your phone (and your butt) and doing them but you don't feel like it.

Because when you actually clean the entire house, it's 8 pm and there's not enough daylight to get a good picture and by the time there is daylight, there will also be tiny people undoing everything you just did.

Because sometimes when your kids are reading quietly and your home is clean and you have a minute to rest, you want to be in the moment and enjoy it instead of running to your phone to snap a picture.

Are you seeing my point here?

Don't feel pressure to be fake. There's a reason we only share the beautiful, inspiring pictures and it's okay. The problem is using Instagram as a ruler to measure your own worth. Yes I went back and bolded and underlined that because it IS a problem. We should be able to look at these pictures and see the beauty in other people's lives and be happy for them.

Imagine that. Be happy for a complete stranger who looks like she has it all together. Who knows? Maybe she does. Maybe her life really is that perfect. Good for her! Seriously! Not like in a sarcastic way.

Because, guess what? I pretty much guarantee NO ONE in your home is judging the mother/wife you are by looking at Instagram pictures. They are seeing who you are day to day. Let it be messy. Let it be beautiful. Let your kids and husband see someone who is real, who relies on the Lord for strength, who faces each day (sometimes each moment) with grace.

Let them see how much work it takes to clean up after them, to cook for them, to care for them. Let them see how peaceful and relaxing a clean home can be. Let them see how fun and spontaneous playtime can be. Let them see real life.

Gosh that was so inspiring, I feel like I need to needlepoint it on a pillow or something.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Is pregnancy for you?

I am definitely not pregnant (as far as I know anyway). But it really seems like practically everyone I know is either pregnant or just had a baby. I actually feel left out that I'm not also growing a human so I thought I'd compile a list. 

Is pregnancy for you?

Do you hate sleeping all the way through the night uninterrupted? Would you rather be able to shift your sleeping position all night long?

Do you feel like you just don't get to empty your bladder enough? Miss spending quality time with the porcelain throne?

Do you think your stomach/butt/thighs look too boring? Would you rather see cool stripes/claw marks stretched across them?

Are you tired of losing weight? Do you wish you could gain and gain and gain weight for almost a year and never get rid of it?

Are you tired of your clothes fitting too well? Wish you could wear leggings and mumus more often?

Do you ever wish you could laugh so hard that you start crying and then that turns into a full on emotional sob fest?

Do you ever wish you could just cry for no reason at all?

Do you wish you could have the craziest dreams of your life that will terrify you to your very core?

Are you tired of loving all food? Do you wish that some things would just make you sick at the very smell?

Speaking of smells, do you want random smells to consume your being so much that if you don't get away from them, they'll cause you to see your breakfast again in reverse?

Do you sometimes feel that your muscles aren't cramping enough?

Do you hate the sight of your feet and wish there would be something to block them from your view?

Are you comfortable with waddling? 

Do you think that sometimes standing and sitting are tasks that are just too simple? Do you need something to complicate these small tasks and make them a challenge?

Are you ready to have your life consumed by the sweetest little soul that will melt your heart?

If you answered yes to any of the above questions, then pregnancy is the answer for you! 

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

The Secret to Weightloss

Guys. I've discovered the secret of weight loss. I know, right? Somebody cue the fireworks and hip-hip hooray because this is big.

Except it's not big. It's so simple.

A few weeks ago I was talking to another mom from church who has 5 kids. She looks great so, of course, I asked her what she does. She got her tip from another mom who has 6 kids and looks even better than she does (according to her). So here it is...

Every time you go to the bathroom, you do 15 lunges.

That's it.

Takes a few minutes and since most people use the toilet a few times a day, you're actually getting more of a workout in than you think.

After the first few times on the first day, I was like NO MORE WATER. My thighs were burning and I was holding it because I dreaded having to do the lunges. But after the first few days, it got a bit easier (even though it still burned).

It's been 3 weeks now and I can definitely feel things firming up from the waist down (which is the part that was the most *ahem* soft to begin with). I wasn't super consistent the second week but started again the third week and it's crazy how this little thing can actually be doing something for you!

So there's my tip. You'll probably be cursing me the first few days but in a few weeks when your buns are steel, you'll thank me.