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Too Many Words Wednesday: Christmas 2015

December 16, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

I know the holidays are beautiful and fun and meaningful, as we prepare our hearts to celebrate Christmas. I’m seeing “It” everywhere; the modern day Christmas cheer. My social media feeds show me perfectly decorated homes, happy moms baking with their kids, husbands buying their wives jewelry, big families gathered around the immaculately adorned tables, friends buying expensive and thoughtful gifts for each other, and the list goes on.

I’m not denying that this cheer is real. I’m just saying we may play it up to be a little bit more ‘perfect’ than it really is.

When I think of the mom snapping a picture of her magazine worthy Christmas tree with matching ornaments and garland (not a sentimental childhood ornament to be found), I have to wonder how many times she hollered at her little children to not touch her masterpiece. I’m not sure, the posts never say, and I don’t dare ask!

Full disclaimer: If I “nail it” with something this Christmas, whether it be perfect cookies, well dressed kids, whatever, I am going to post it. I’m sorry. Please don’t think that whatever I post is the whole story.

Example: Last weekend as we were getting ready for the Christmas program, my youngest insisted she was going to wear a puffy white tutu and her black yoga pants. I insisted she wasn’t. After some tears we compromised and she was able to wear it under her dress that I picked out. You can’t tell it in the pictures we snapped, but I promise you it’s there.

The internet doesn’t always tell you the whole story. I know you moms already know this, I just think it’s worth being reminded of.

That doesn’t mean everyone is a fraud, it just means they aren’t as prefect as you’re imagining them to be, so don’t be so down on yourself!

I decided not to put up my BIG Christmas tree this year. I told my husband it was just too much for me right now. We have a pre-lit 5 foot tree that is taking its place, and although it isn’t as big and beautiful as our original tree, it’s doing the trick. I feel joy when I look at it, and that’s what I’m searching for this Christmas; for JOY.

It’s just that other tree is SO BIG. There’s no denying that it’s beautiful, but I feel like it’s all for show. It takes SO much work to set it up, it takes up so much space, and when two different people asked if I was going to put it in my window again, I knew I just couldn’t do it. That’s not what this season is about to me. It’s about Jesus, and I get the way other people are honoring Him with their amazing trees and perfect homes, but that’s not how I’m doing it.

That doesn’t mean I’m right, or they’re right. It’s just how it is.

I know it’s easy to feel sad and depressed this time of year over absolutely anything and the reasons aren’t silly or unjustified; the loss of a loved one, family quarrels, money, too many people to buy for, no one to buy for, etc.

That first Christmas after my MIL passed away was R.O.U.G.H. It’s gotten easier, but my heart still breaks a little each time I see my husband missing his mom and her traditions.

Each gathering as we peel potatoes we laugh about his mom shoving 20 lbs of potato peels down the garbage disposal and needing to send a couple guys to go buy a clean plunger to unplug the sink. The house was full of about 20 people waiting to eat. Oh we laugh and laugh about it, and then we go silent and tear up.

To each of you who are hurting at Christmas, I want you to know that I’m praying you find a way to experience a cheerful heart. I am praying that God shows you JOY. I’m praying for a renewed spirit around what this season is all about. I’m praying you don’t feel alone, especially when you’re surrounded by people.

Please don’t feel like you have to out do anyone, or even yourself. If you need to take a time out, do it. If you need to buy your cookies rather than bake them, do it. If you don’t love doing crafts with your kids, don’t do it.

Do what works for you, and know that may not work for everyone.

Love,

Quincey B.

KonMari: All Things Books

December 9, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

As I told you at the end of November, I’m going to be going through the book titled “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing”. You can find a link to the book at the bottom of this post.
When you’re going through this one of the first things you’re supposed to do is define your “WHY?”

Why are you wanting to tidy?

My short answer: Plain and simple; I want fewer choices so I can open more time in my day.

The slightly more detailed answer: We have so many choices here; one trip to a Super Target or a Dollar Tree and you can clearly see we aren’t hurting for options. It gives me so much mind clutter. I want to be able to think quicker, and more effectively, so I can move on to the next thing. I want my children to be able to make choices quicker. I want to clear out the physical and the mental clutter so we can enjoy more time together. I’m looking forward to spending less time cleaning up things that don’t spark joy for us, but that we merely own. When I look around, I want to see only things we genuinely LOVE and not just things that are kind of pretty or useful.

I love how the author highlights not just the why, but also the how. You can read more about that in the book.

She suggests that there are 3 things you need to remember to use her method effectively:

1. Touch everything, don’t just look at what you’re sorting, actually touch it.
2. Sort by what you want to keep, not what you want to throw. This is opposite from how I usually sort/tidy/declutter/clean
3. MOVE QUICKLY; don’t spend too much time over analyzing.
Today we are tackling the BOOKS! We’re homeschoolers, and we LOVE books. Without a doubt I know we have way too many though, and that many of them don’t spark joy. Some of them I paid way too much for and they actually spark regret, and guilt.
It isn’t about getting down to a certain number of books, but about only keeping the ones we genuinely LOVE.

My challenges:

1. I buy too many books because they’re cheap at second-hand stores.
2. I write everything off in the name of homeschooling.
3. I run an unofficial neighborhood Little Library, so I keep extra books on hand for swapping out to both boys and girls of all ages from toddlers to teens.
4. I have children of both genders, and with a fair age gap between them, so I feel like I should hang on to books from my oldest to pass onto my youngest. That may mean I’m storing so-so books for 10 years just waiting for them to be read!
5. We have books stored all around the house, so the biggest challenge right now is getting them all into one place. Bless my sweet little kiddos for being excited about doing this and hauling baskets of books to the living room for sorting!

I’ll post a very raw honest looking before and after once we’ve completed this task!

Something you should know: We just “sorted” our books this summer and I gave away easily a hundred children’s books. I didn’t use this method though, so I am curious to see if I feel differently by tackling our shelves this way.

If you’re interested in grabbing a book and joining me you can find this title on Amazon.

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Officially a Teenager, But Always My Baby

November 1, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

Just like that, I’m the mom of a teenager. Moms of littles, believe me when I say all the clichés like ‘don’t sweat the little stuff’, ‘it’s only a season’, & ‘you’re going to miss this’. It’s all true. Every single word every seasoned mom has muttered to me about enjoying my children while they’re young; I now believe it all.
I couldn’t be more excited-nervous for this season of life. I will graciously accept all prayers for my sanity, my wrinkles, and really for this girl to be guided by God in all that she does. Here’s to 13!

Dear Sweet Fashionista,

This is your extremely young mother writing to you. haha! I say that because today you became a teenager, and I just might be having a few personal issues with what that means for me.

Stereotypically young moms have toddlers; there can even be young moms with elementary-age kids. But the moms of teenagers? They usually aren’t classified into any certain category, and end up being just another mom.

From the moment I laid my eyes on you though, I have felt like anything but ‘just another mom’.

You have challenged me so very much. Thank you for that, it’s been good for me. Without our struggles, we won’t now our strength, ya know?

You may have been only a year old when we met, but I myself was just a kid! I was barely 18, working my way through school to become a nurse, and had high hopes of eventually becoming a doctor and curing Alzheimer’s. I was a success seeking dreamer. I was a do-er. I know you may not believe this, but THIS mom stuff I’m doing now, THIS is my dream I never knew of.

My vison of what success looks like has changed.

You and your father transformed me, and forced me to grow up. I thought I wanted to, but so many times I
still wanted to just be a kid, and not have to be so responsible. I didn’t have a choice with you though. I had to grow up, and I had to grow up fast.

Had you not forced me to grow up, I may never have known all that I could become. So thank you for that too.

You changed me from a day-dreaming teenage girl into a MOM; a real true mother. THAT is my success. There is no greater gift that I’ve ever been given than to raise up children for God’s glory, to live and walk in His ways.

It all started with you, sweet girl.

Sweetie, you make my heart squeal with delight.

Here are 13 Fun Facts about you:

1. You’ve been momma’s helper and daddy’s princess from day one.

2. You are full of creativity.

3. You are what I like to call a low-maintenance fashionista. You don’t fuss terribly over your outfits, but you do style yourself well, and it comes easy to you.

4. For as long as I’ve been cooking in this house you have been right by my side, always offering to crack the eggs, stir the batter, set the table, & help with whatever needs done. You love cooking shows and get inspired by them.

5. You have a giant heart for children, and love nurturing and playing with little ones.

6. You are full of compassion.

7. You and I sit on the deck sipping up gallons of sun tea together all summer long.

8. From the time you could speak you wanted to be a veterinarian, but for the past two years you’ve talked a lot
about your passion for photography. It makes sense to me; Ever since you were a little girl you have been carrying a camera around, or asking to borrow mine to take pictures. You’ve gotten so many creative snapshots, some that we’ve even framed and purchased by others.

9. You love the outdoors just like your dad does. You’re athletic and strong. You love anything with wheels: bikes,
skateboards, roller skates, etc.

10. Any night we can work in a family movie night is your favorite night of the week.

11. You drag blankets all over the house. You have more than one on your bed, and keep blankets stashed around everywhere. This drives me crazy, but it makes you cozy and uniquely you.

12. Your favorite fruit is the pear. Do you remember the Christmas we bought like 100 pears and ate them within weeks? I still can’t believe we finished them all!

13. Your favorite dessert is brownies with caramel. Guess what we’re having tomorrow night to celebrate your amazing 13 years on this Earth? BROWNIES!

My dear girl, no matter what it is you want to be or what you do in life, I KNOW that with your drive and heart, you will do it, and do it well.

Your dad and I are so proud of the wonderful way that you are growing up. We are so crazy blessed to be your
parents!

Love,

Momma

PS. Today you may officially be a teenager, but it’s important that you know you will ALWAYS be my baby! I’ve got your back through all the highs and lows that these teen years will bring you.

Happy 3rd Birthday, Sweet Girl

October 15, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

Sweet Girl,

Tonight I am going to put you to bed as a 2 year old. When you wake up (I’m guessing at about 3:30am, and again at 6:30am), you will officially be a 3 year old. Man, just when you got the hang of admitting you were 2, and not 15 when people asked, you’ve got another age to remember!

This birthday stuff doesn’t mean much to you, other than you want everyone to sing to you. But hey, that’s nothing new. Who doesn’t like being serenaded, am I right?

You are a firecracker. Over the past 3 years, your dad has worn out the term “she broke the mold”.

You really did, baby girl. You are SO different than your brother and sister, and that’s okay! We celebrate that about you!
You are so much more independent than your older siblings were at your age. I attribute that to you knowing
they are there for you, and trusting that you can always fall back on them. You feel secure.

Being your momma is pure joy.

I so admire you and appreciate your high energy and spunk.

Your favorite color is purple; I’m sure because you and your daddy are BIG Minnesota Vikings fans.

You love raisins in every form. When you eat a bowl of raisin bran, you pick out the raisins with your tiny little fingers,
drink the milk, and hand me a bowl of soggy bran flakes. every.single.time.

You ask for applesauce about a hundred or so times a week. You prefer applesauce pouches, or a bowl of applesauce with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. I like it that way too.

I joke that SUGAR is your Love Language. If it is, your grandpa Phil has got to be your favorite, because he has spoiled you with cupcakes and Tropical Sno every Thursday through the summer.

When I asked you what you wanted to be when you grow up, you replied “A Grown-up with healthy bones!” It was cute, but I quickly began to tear up, thinking of your sweet little heart and how hard it has to work to keep up because of your heart defect. I am so thankful for each day we get with you, and I have no doubt you will have healthy bones and live to be 100!

You tell total strangers that you are going to go to Heaven when you die. You are excited to meet Jesus. For the past two weeks you’ve been excitedly asking “Is Jesus coming soon?” I’ll be honest, that freaks me out, but I am SO glad that you know Jesus and have a passion to meet Him! I think the world of your curiosity and through you I have finally understood the term “faith like a child”. You believe with all your heart and that is truly beautiful.

Everyone raves about your blonde curls. I am still learning how to brush your beautiful hair and style. I’m sorry. When you are older and look back at your childhood pictures, just know that I tried, okay? You insist on wearing a bow, but often pull it out when we get in the van.

Your big brother loves to read to you, and you LOVE being read to. You want to “do school” like the big kids and
have really began to sit well at the table and soak up so much information that we’re talking about. I am certainly you’ll be ready for some official preschool lessons very soon!

Your big sister has a blast dressing you up in elaborate layers and accessorizing your outfits. She is The Fashionista, and she’s training you well! She loves putting pretty things in your hair, and even putting lip balm on your lips! You have her wrapped around your finger! You love when you get to hang out in her room and play with her girly Legos.

I am proud of the spunky girl that you are, because you remind me so much of ME! You stand up for yourself, you pave your own path, and you are fierce! You light up a room with your charm and bright blue eyes. YOU are happy, you are healthy, you are loved.

You’ve got it all, girl.

Love,

Momma

My Heart Today: The Orphans

October 4, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

Photo Courtesy of Courtney Lorenz Photography.

My family and I drove home from church today in our Town and Country van. We bought it new, had it custom-fit for our family, and delivered to the same dealership where we had bought our last minivan, just a couple years before that.

When we got home the kids got their top of the line Razor scooters out and rode around our driveway in front of our 3 stall garage.

I was a little worried about our youngest getting stains or scuffs on her new jeans since I just took the tags off of them this morning.

They’re kind of tight, but I don’t want to mess with returning them, so I think she’ll wear them for a few weeks and we’ll pass them on to someone else. We aren’t hard-pressed for clothing right now.

My husband took off his pressed button-up collared shirt and changed into an American Eagle sweatshirt and stood on the plush carpeted floor for our living room with his nearly new Nike tennis shoes.

From there he turned on our 50 inch LED TV, that we also bought brand new, and sat down to watch some football.

I came out to start typing some thoughts that were on my mind after the sermon this morning, and our oldest daughter is now happily doing a craft at the kitchen island.

Soon I’m going to join her and we are going to decorate our pumpkins we picked up on a fun family outing to a pumpkin patch yesterday.

Our middle son has a friend over and they’re playing with Legos. I cringe at the thought of how many hundreds of dollars worth of Legos we have floating around this 10-year-old house that we designed ourselves. What a difference it would make if even HALF that money was put towards feeding the hungry.

My point here is this: Gosh our life is good and while ordinary, or common, it really really quite luxurious. And I’m pretty sure we’re considered middle class. There are people that have it even “better” than we do in terms of material items.

Now I promise you it hasn’t always been this good; we have had struggles in our marriage, in a custody battle, in finances, etc.

But those struggles I’m telling you about, even though they were tough to endure, and seemed nearly impossible at the time were just that, ‘for a time’.

“First Word Problems” is how I’d hashtag all that stuff.

I am heartsick for orphans. I have had sympathizing tears streaming down my face all morning wondering how on earth I can help these children in need. I’ve prayed for these children for years, but now I want to use my own two hands to care for them.

I can prove that I can fiercely love a child I didn’t birth, because I’ve been doing it since our oldest was just a year old (through step-parent adoption, and Christ’s Love). I even fiercely love her birth momma and pray for her on the regular, but that situation is tougher than I can articulate through a blog post (maybe someday).

Never mind the fact that I know in my heart I love all children I meet, even the random children that play with my kids at the park for an afternoon, or the neighbor kids who stay for supper, or the kiddos who play video games in our basement.

Lord, I KNOW my heart is aching for these children who need homes, for a way to serve the poor, care for the weak and needy.

But HOW?! How God, do I do that without giving up too much of my cushy life? How do I get my family on board? Where is the community of people you talk about in the Bible? Because I’m going to need their support to do
this.

Why aren’t we ALL adopting? How do my husband and I agree to take on the tough stuff like this, when I feel like we’ve already endured so much of the tough stuff and now it’s “our turn” to just enjoy life while it is good?

Or maybe it’s time I do give up some of this cushy life. Maybe it’s time I quit pinning all the things I want in a new home on my Pinterest board and shift my focus to your sweet orphans.

Lord, can you send me some pins that teach me how to do that? I wish YOU, Lord, coud e-mail me a link to a blog post that describes my heart, and shows me a step-by-step outline of what comes next? Because God, if you don’t send it through my e-mail, there is a strong chance I may totally miss it. You see I’m fired up right now, but I know my wandering heart, it’s going to be checking Facebook and trying a new cookie recipe from the internet in less than a couple hours from now. I’m going to get a Gap or Children’s Place e-mail with a coupon code and fully take advantage of that- But what I WANT to do, is live for you. I want to care for your children, but my e-mail hasn’t shown up yet telling me how to do this.

On a day by day basis I am so focused on materialistic and earthly things. I’m so sick of it. I’m ready to live a deeper life that is beyond ME and all about YOU.

Show me how.

Moment by Moment

August 23, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

This morning at breakfast I met an elderly woman who mentioned she lost her adult son to a heart attack. She said she loved him and was glad for the time she had with him, even though it was so hard losing him.
Yesterday I met a woman at the park whose husband passed away a year ago. The cause? Heart attack.
I can go days, even weeks without thinking about our daughter’s heart condition. She’s such a spunky, fun, “normal” little girl.
Then there are moments like tonight when the kids are chasing each other playing duck-duck-goose. The house was full of laughter and squeals.
Then BOOM she hits the floor, lays there perfectly still… and starts panting. I scooped her up and looked at her pale face and blue lips. Her heart was racing, her eyes glazed. She was totally out of it. It probably only took a minute for her to catch up and get her color back.
My heart is still trying to catch up.
She’s fine.
We’ll be checking her all night and thanking God for each moment we’ve had, and have yet to have with her, and each of our kiddos. And with each of you.
Not every relationship or situation in my life has gone how I’d like it to, but I’m still thankful for the experience.
Don’t dwell on how you wish it went, or what you wish you had. Just choose joy and enjoy the journey, moment by moment.

An Open Letter To My Adventure Boy, As He’s Turning 8!

August 7, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

Dear Buddy,

Just a couple more sleeps and you’ll be 8 years old. 8! I remember when I was pregnant with you, and your daddy and I went to the gender ultrasound. When the ultrasound tech told us you were a boy, we cried tears of happiness. Then we called to tell your great grandpa, Carl (dad‘s paternal grandfather), and he cried on the phone with us. We realized in that moment, you were the only one left to carry on our last name. No pressure or anything, I mean, you weren’t even born yet!

At nearly 8 years old you are transitioning into getting more responsibility at home. You’re a great help in the garden, and you take such pride in hooking up the sprinkler on your own, and harvesting tomatoes. You’re also transitioning out of the innocence and joy of being pleased by everything. You use to squeal with delight over the sound of a train. Now you occasionally light up over it, but often times don’t. It’s okay, I mean it was totally acceptable when you were 3 to yell THOMAS!! Every time you heard a train, now it’d be slightly less amusing to us.

You love all things construction. I don’t know if this stems from growing up an a newer developing neighborhood, or if this is just really going to be your thing. The sound of skid loaders, dump trucks, and cement mixer trucks can still get you to RUN as fast as you can to the window and keep your eyes there until they’re out of sight. You’ve been doing this since you could walk, and as your momma, I find it joyful.

Oh Bud, your dad and I just love how you’re growing up. We are proud of the choices you make.

You are a good son, a good brother, and a good friend.

You are ALL boy. You are also full of compassion.

You’re great at making people laugh, especially the neighbor girls.

You have a great memory, which is why your big sis calls you “memory boy”. You never use that amazing memory to hold a grudge or get even, and I love that about you.

Your favorite color is orange, although everyone thinks it’s red, because of how much you love Lightening McQueen from the Cars movie.

Speaking of Cars movie. We’ve rented that soundtrack from the library more times than I can remember. Dad says you have great taste in music; I think he’s right.

You are an eater. Your dad and I have witnessed you go through some pretty intense growth spurts where we wondered if a shovel would’ve suited you better than a spoon for your big appetite. Through it all, you still made good choices with your food and mostly preferred bananas and “medium cold cow’s milk” over junk food.

That is unless there were Fruit Loops to be found; you love those things.

The sugar in them make you crazy; but we’re crazy about you, so you do get to have them as a rare treat.

When I asked you want you wanted for your birthday dinner your first response was “CAKE“, followed by “corn dogs“.

I can’t help but wonder how many birthdays you’ll be celebrating with corn dogs and cake? Will your future wife, who we pray for often, be filling this same request for your 35th birthday?

Your favorite animal is the polar bear. Honey, will you take your children to see the polar bears at the zoo some day? Oh I hope you do.

Sorry to be so sentimental and sappy. You see I’m just thrilled about your future because you are SUCH an amazing little boy, and this world so desperately needs amazing little boys like you to grow up into respectable men who help change this place we live in.

You have the passion and energy to do great things. You are a world changer. I just know it!

For now though, my dear boy, keep playing your favorite games: Tag and Hide & Seek. Keep singing at the top of your lungs when you’re outside on the swing set. I‘m listening, and it fills me with JOY. Enjoy your peanut butter and honey sandwiches for as long as you can.

Keep playing Legos each chance you get. I love that you build your own creations for hours on end, because I know, some day, you are going to put all that building to good use. You know how I know? Because right before your birthday, when I asked you “what do you want to be when you grow up?” you said, ‘I want to invent stuff”. I believe you will. You are so creative and your creations are innovative and impressive.

Yes, I am leaving something out, and this wouldn’t be complete without the full truth. Right now, in this stage, you are hyper. Like occasionally bouncing off the walls hyper. In public you are shy, & cautious. I pray you find the balance between the two. And if you never do, I pray God uses both sides of you to further His kingdom and better this very world through you, and your range of emotions.

You are thoughtful and sweet. You are so good to your sisters. You love reading books to your little sister, and playing board games with your big sister. You and your daddy build amazing things out of wood, and have a blast playing TracBall in the backyard.

You are the master of the backyard fire pit, and rock at burning marshmallows. 😉

I’m proud of you for buying your own bike this year.

I’m proud of you for building marshmallow shooters and selling them at our garage sale. I know it was difficult to sit still and be patient as you waited for customers. I know it was also tough to face the disappointment when not everyone was as excited about them as you were. But you did great, Bud! You really did. You kept pressing on, you did your thing, and you sold them all! Your profits you turned in for a ticket to Adventureland. You, my sweet boy, are FULL of wonder and ADVENTURE. I love you so very much.

Promise.

Thursday Thoughts

July 23, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

Who ever said raising preteens was tough, obviously never channeled that drive for independence all the way into the kitchen. I love a girl who looks up recipes, makes them and serves them to the whole family.
Don’t worry, it’s not all sweets, before this she served us: cucumbers, green and orange peppers, tomatoes, and green beans that she washed, chopped and prepared with the help of her little 7 year old assistant that she trained herself.

5 Quick Tips to Simplify Your Road Trips With Kids

July 11, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

1. Always keep a bag in the van (because moms don’t drive cars) with a spare set of clothes for each kid. It doesn’t need to be stylish, a cheap Garanimals t-shirt and shorts will do. *If you have a kid in diapers, keep about five of those in the van also, along with a package of wipes. This is kept separate from a diaper bag.
Trust me, when you take your diaper bag in the house, then leave somewhere on a whim, you will be glad you had those back up diapers. And 5 is a totally reasonable number, because you will forget to refill this stash.

2. Bring a box of crackers. Don’t fuss around with perfectly cut veggies, bags of grapes, and string cheeses that have to stay on ice. It’s one trip, no one is judging you for feeding those kids packaged grains. AND well if they are judging you, offer them some of those crackers… They are probably just hungry. Another thing, don’t beat yourself up about swinging through the drive-thru. It’s okay! Drive-thrus are blessings for busy parents and hungry kids everywhere.

3. Keep a stack of napkins in the glove box at all times. *Refill this stash on the previously mentioned fast food runs.

4. The very best hands on car activity is a notebook and a few colored pens. Skip the crayons, they will melt all over in the hot sun, and snap in the bitter cold. I promise. I say skip the markers also, if your kids are little like some of mine, and into tattooing themselves. Um yeah, it’s embarrassing to put a beautiful little 2 year old curly haired girl in the backseat and pull out a 2 year old curly haired girl who looks like she just came back from a biker/tattoo convention.

5. Lastly do not over pack the car. The next store is most likely just 30-90 minutes away from wherever you are. This is America and as sad as it is to even have this way of thinking, it’s true. You can buy what you NEED on the way, if you have forgotten it. The wide open space in the car is totally not something to take for granted. I get cranky when the car is packed with too much fluff.

Bonus tip: People often forget this one, but if you’re stopping to get gas or to eat, throw away all the garbage in your vehicle. Clean spaces = Happy moms.

Thanks Mom

July 2, 2015 by Quin Leave a Comment

Warning, Real Life Post:
I just hit an awful reality. After walking past this humongous nasty dust bunny a couple times (after I already cleaned the floors), I realized no one else is going to pick it up.
I’m the mom now.
Ugh, so not fun. This may be a little late, but THANKS MOM, for always picking up the dust bunnies. And for everything else. I know now that you did far more than I’ve thanked you for, and surely more than I’ve even realized yet.

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