I remember being in college and thinking there wasn’t enough time in the day to do everything that needed to be done, but boy was I mistaken — being a parent and doing everything you’d like is next to impossible. And I’m saying this with two young kids — I cannot imagine how much more busy we’ll be once they get involved in school activities.
Tips and Tricks for Beach Trips
• Baby Powder. It gets sand off of the skin so easily! Poof that stuff on your kids, and bye bye sand. I prefer sensitive skin powder, but that’s just me.
• Leave a jug of water in the car. If you don’t have access to a shower, use it to rinse off before getting in the car! Cause tired kids + sand in their cracks = no fun for anyone. lol
• Extra towels. Leave them in the car, so you have clean, sand free towels after you clean up.
• Sunscreen. I mean this one should be an obvious. Reapply often; like every 20 minutes, and always after they get wet.
• Baby pool. If you’re going to stay a while, bring a baby pool! It’s a great way to keep the little ones cool on rough water days.
• Spray bottle with water. Mist away, friends. It gets hot out there.
• Shade. Duh. The higher the UV protection, the better.
• Fitted sheet. Bring a fitted sheet, and shove large items in the corner. It makes a little wall, and should help encourage the toddlers not to stomp wet, sandy feet all over where you’re laying.
• Ziplock bags. I use them for everything; extra clothes, snacks go in them, extra ones for the wet bathing suits, etc.
• The obvious. Snacks, towels, water, sand toys, floaty toys, beer, and more beer. Maybe some liquor? Whatever floats your boat.
And one of the most important things:
• CHILL OUT!! A little sand never hurt anyone. I’m pretty sure Pierce ate 5 handfuls yesterday. Haha. K stomped all over my towel. We had sand in every crack and crevice imaginable. Sand isn’t the enemy, y’all. It’s your friend 😜
Let them be little, be safe and have fun!
Most of us are on social media these days. Whether it’s Facebook, Snap Chat, Instagram or all of them, we’re all connected.
This morning I was scrolling through Facebook and my memories popped up. I clicked it expecting the usual; pictures of my oldest as a baby eating spaghetti, with the sauce adorably covering her entire body. Or videos of her joyously laughing in our old living room, with a diaper and that cute toddler waltz.
I will never let my child cry himself to sleep. No. crying.
This was my mindset at 6 months, when I first started to get serious about my son’s sleep. He had been waking every 1.5-2 hours to nurse for the past month and a half. I couldn’t do it. Something had to change. But I couldn’t bear to hear him cry.
It’s February!!! Do you know what that means?! Valentines Day. The one day out of the year where the pressure from society put on you to deliver is equivalent to the pressure of a crowning baby during labor. If you’re like a majority of men, I’m sure it’s the day or two before Valentines Day and you’re suddenly hit with the realization you haven’t gotten me anything. Or if you have, maybe you’re freaking because you feel like you haven’t gotten me enough. Instead of running out to the store for some insanely overpriced flowers, please let me help make your job easier for you.
My daughter is 4 years old, and has recently become obsessed with all things winning. Everything is a competition — first to walk in the door, first to use the bathroom, fastest person to clean up the toys, winning Shoots and Ladders, Candyland or her new favorite, Twister.
I love her strong willed personality, her constant striving to be the best. I want to encourage her to never give up.
But do I let her win everything? Hell no. Do I care that she’s throwing herself on the kitchen floor screaming because I walked in the door first? No. Ain’t nobody got time for that nonsense.
Depression is sneaky. It knows nothing of age, of gender, of social status. It doesn’t care if you’re a stay at home mother, a successful CEO, a grandmother.
This is my confession. My story. I’m a stay at home mom who struggles with anxiety and depression.
It’s hard to describe it. My moods are often like the ocean. Everything is bright, cheerful, serene. I’m happy, on top of everything, optimistic. But sometimes, the winds shift. Things get messy. My mind clutters, thoughts are less cheerful, my chest feels heavy as if it’s been hit by a tumultuous wave.
It’s a repetitive cycle — once you’re in the trenches, swirling through the different emotions, it can be hard to escape. One moment of anxiety can turn into days, weeks and months of struggling.
Mine usually starts over guilt. Guilt that the house isn’t clean, but yet I’m home all day. Guilt that I’m neglecting my older child to care for the infant. When I get easily frustrated with my toddler mainly because the baby is demanding and I haven’t slept properly in months, I feel absolutely terrible. My anxiety escalates. Guilt that I’m staying home with my children as so many mothers desire to, yet aren’t able to, but I’m struggling. Guilt that I can’t just sit here in my home with my windows open, happy. That the beautiful 72 degree breeze flowing through the house, lull of music playing, happy children meandering, dogs playing outside isn’t enough.
Some people may not understand, and that’s okay. It’s hard to understand something you can’t see. It’s especially hard with social media, where people strive to share their best moments.
Are you traveling the same road as me? I wish I had an answer. A cure. It takes a lot of strength, hard work and determination to power through these internal struggles while raising a family. To smile when your chest is tight, to sit down with your kids and play a game when your mind is racing. That takes incredible resilience.
When things are good, they’re good. But when things are difficult, know you aren’t alone. Sharing this with you all is my reminder — Take a deep breath with me, will you? Sit alone in your bathtub. Go for a walk. Do something alone.
Don’t be ashamed of your feelings; it’s okay to feel the guilt. But whatever you do, do not settle. Let’s work together, to better ourselves for ourselves.
I’m going to keep working towards this — will you join me? I’m seeing a therapist intermittently, I’m working towards finding medicine that works for me. I’m starting to exercise, practicing the art of mindfulness. I’m taking more time to enjoy my spouse alone, and get back to being a couple. What things are you doing for yourself?
My chest feels lighter just expressing myself so openly. I sincerely hope you have a good support system to hold your hand during the rough times, laugh with you during the crazy, and hug you through it all.
Acknowledge the difficult times.
Be unapologetically you.