Adiós 2018, bienvenido 2019.

I don’t know about anyone else out there, but I’m so glad to see the beginning of a new year. I’ve been mia on this blog and after much soul searching and prayerful consideration, I decided to get back on the horse. While we’ve experienced a multitude of blessings in 2018, our family has also endured tragedy and emotional instability. We lost our three dogs, gone through a parenting nightmare, and I’ve had my own internal fight with anxiety and depression.

I haven’t had the will or desire to write. Or to be my best self. As a result, I realized that I was slowly killing my spirit. I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t want my grief and depression to keep me hostage. I don’t want to back out nights with my girlfriends because my anxiety is whispering in my ear. I want to LIVE. And I want to be my best self as I LIVE MY LIFE.

I have two resolutions for 2019. 1. Is to be at peace with the past (the death of our dogs, things with the kids, anything and everything that cannot be changed) and 2. Learn to love and take care of myself. It’s true that you cannot fill anyone else’s cup if yours is empty. I cannot be the mother I want to be for my kids if I am constantly putting my needs on the back burner. I cannot be the wife my husband needs me to be if I am literally stressing about his socks on the floor instead of the hamper everyday. Who cares about socks. It’s such a stupid and trivial thing to get upset over.

For anyone who’s had a trying year, I feel certain that better days are ahead in 2019. I hope that God blesses each of you with peace and love this year. Remember that we’re never ever truly alone when we keep God in our hearts!!


Soaking up Every Last Drop.

This is it. The very last weekend before life gets crazy. The very last of no routine bed times, ice cream for dinner, lazy dog days of summer. Beginning next week my baby boy will be starting Pre-K, my husband will be getting his classroom ready and completely submerged in football stuff. And the following week, I’ll have a teenager in junior high. I blinked and our summer was over. While other parents are happy for this time of year, I dread it. Don’t get me wrong, I look forward to fall and all the holidays, but I hate the hectic schedule of our lives. I hate knowing that homework will take up hours of our evening and the tears that go along with it. I hate the struggles of a child who isn’t an A/B student and who doesn’t have her grades plastered all over social media with pride beaming in her eyes but rather shame because she feels she’s disappointed us again. It’s a vicious cycle. I love sitting in the stands on Friday nights but hate knowing that I’m going to turn down just about every invite we get to do anything because I’m going to be at a game.

I enjoy the taking it easy. The living for this moment and impromptu trip to wherever. Every year around this time, I try to figure out a way I can quit my job and just be the mom who’s always volunteering to be PTA president or who’s always showing up at the school for every single awards day ceremony, field trip, the Mom who brings platters upon platters of freshly baked goodness. I want to be the mom who has the house clean and dinner ready by the time my littles walk through the door. These are the dreams of a working mom. The mom who feels the guilt of looking her daughter in the eyes and telling her she can’t be there for something. The kicker is, I really love my job. I love my coworkers and I love my office so while I complain, I know I wouldn’t walk away……unless we won the lottery. So I’m soaking in every last bit of sunshine, swims, bugs, beach trips, and ice cream in hopes that they’ll get me through the busiest time of our year.

Home Reno…

While the rest of the world got all dressed up and took beautiful family pictures on Easter, my family was tearing up and clearing out carpet. Now we did get up early so we could make it to the sunrise service at our church and we ate a wonderful breakfast with the congregation. Couldn’t forget to give thanks to God and rejoice in Jesus coming back whilst we were pulling carpet and pulling back muscles in the process. We’ve done the living room floors once, but thanks to the three stooges (that would be Deuce, Stella, and Hoss) and some lovely bodily fluids, it had to be replaced. So here we are 4 years later having wood tile put down. We did the removing and we are having professionals come in this time to make it look good. Because let’s face it, even though I love a good diy as much as the next person, I officially don’t have time for that shit. And my husband has the knees of an 80 year old man (thanks to football) so yea, that was a strong nope. Any who, we found this great tile at Lowes. Y’all, $.99 a sq ft!!! It’s gorgeous and pretty damn close to what I wanted so we jumped on it. The carpet that we ripped up had been the original carpet from when our home was first built. In 2007. It had 3 different families with children and pets. The carpet was beyond saving, beyond cleaning, beyond anything but burning it while wearing a hazmat suit. It was so freakin gross. I think moldy bread probably looks better. Hails and I did the floors in the living room in about an hour and half. Maverick’s room took probably a couple since we had to move furniture and what not. Those were both easy. Now let’s talk about Hails room. I don’t know if there’s some sacred ritual that’s involved when becoming a teen that says your room has to smell and be as disgusting as possible but I feel like most parents experience this in their life. I don’t even know where to begin. Between candy wrappers, crusty sweaty socks, random unidentifiable objects, her room was in worse shape than Bikini island after having an atomic bomb go off. And finally after a week of living on one side of our house (garage became the official living room), our floors are done. I’m completely in love with this wood tile. And we got it at a mere $.99 a sq ft! I know! We couldn’t believe it either!!

Fall DIY

This summer has been such a drag with all the bloody rain on the coast. It literally rained every day so I sent a silent plea that September would be better and someone sure delivered!!! We’ve experienced lows of 58-60 at night and in the morning with highs of 80s with almost no humidity which means IT HAS BEEN AMAZING!!!!! I couldn’t have asked for prettier days. I just love the crispness of the cool air in the mornings with a cup of coffee. I opened up all the windows let the breeze fill the house and just smelled the air that was hinting of change in the air. I always get the itch to craft when fall comes and the urge doesn’t quite go away until after Christmas. Fall through New Year are my favorite times of the year. I feel as if I’m the most creative and I think it’s because it’s also when I’m at my most restless.

This past Monday I drug Nick to Hobby Lobby to buy a few things for a small diy craft project. He obliged knowing it was probably the within the best interest of our pocket book to tag along lol. I’m sure many of you can relate the urge to buy the entire isle of something at Hobby Lobby.

So $25.00 later, I had my fall leaves, some burlap, and some fall picks to do my front door with. I broke out my hot glue gun and my orange ribbon and started tying and gluing away. An hour and a half layer, I had fall welcoming our family home.

I’m hoping the cool weather and pretty days stick around.

Here’s to falling into the perfect season y’all,


Summer Time Sadness

I cannot believe that summer vacation is over. My husband and the rest of the Biloxi staff went back last Friday. My daughter started Tuesday. I don't know when the days started going by so fast but it's slightly overwhelming. I wish I could say that we lived a summer full of adventure but it was anything but!!! I decided to take two summer classes which pretty much occupied every moment that wasn't already occupied by work or kids. Oh, and it rained. Like every single freakin day. I swear to you I thought about building an ark because it's that serious. I'm expecting glittering vampires to take over any day now.
Anyway, so with the start of school comes the start of football 🏈 season and the start of all other extracurricular activities that involve me being a chauffeur. I'm so excited about it let me tell you. Work, busing the kids around, and Friday nights on the bleachers eating cheese nachos and chasing my toddler up and down. If anything I get my exercise in between each nacho I eat! I really do enjoy the family grind but there's something wonderful about just being able to relax and breath. Just the thought of not having anywhere to be or have a specific schedule dictated brings me bliss. I have yet to be one of those parents who just "can't wait for school to start" because their kids drive them nuts. I don't see it. Our summers are relaxed. Sure the kids get a bit restless but bed times are extended. They get to play outside longer. You get to actually spend more time with your kids!!! How is that a down side?

Either way, summer is easing its way out. I wish all of you parents and your kids the best school year.
Side note: I think I ate way too many nachos I had a horrendous stomach ache after the game 🤣

Better Late than Never. 

Okay, so I know that I haven’t posted in awhile.  I really thought I’d be more dedicated to this whole blogging thing but it turns out that I’m just pulled in about a million different directions.  One of those directions is my journey to finish school.  I finally received my Associates Degree.  I started in 2001. I know. It’s taken me forever. Life, hardships, babies, just kept happening and I kept putting it off.  But finally here it is. A light at the end of the tunnel.  I’m proud of myself for not giving up and for finishing what I started.  Even if it was almost 14  years ago lol. 

Now on to my next adventure!!! My bachelors!!! I’m currently taking summer classes. Have no idea why I thought that was a great idea! Oops! Wish me luck! 😘

Forced Break…

So I know every parent out there would love just a tiny break. Some peace  and quiet. Some R and R.  But on your own terms.  Unfortunately for the Brett house, this mama was forced to take a break in the hospital.

I’ve been battling what I was thinking started out as a sinus infection for a month and a half.  The sinus infection went to my chest, my asthma started flaring up, I had three rounds of antibiotics, steroid shot, breathing treatments and absolutely nothing was working.  

I ended up at the ER and admitted for 2 days to try and get everything under control. Thankfully, I’m home and relaxing now. But it’s absolutely killing me to just “sit” and “relax” while there’s so much to do.  I can’t go back to work until I’m feeling 100% better and my body is just wore slap out. Turns out I had developed pneumonia along with acute and chronic respiratory hypoxia. In other words, my lungs were so not functioning like they needed to be for an otherwise healthy 34 year old woman. But it’s what happens when an otherwise healthy woman is completely stretched to her breaking point and is running on empty. 

It’s the peak of the holiday season. Our last home game is this Friday. We have a neighborhood fall festival, trunk or treat at church, lots of stuff to take care of at work and I’m confined to my sofa. Which makes me cranky and not happy at all. I guess the silver lining is my parents are visiting and have been here to help with our two and four legged minions. Mom has been cleaning, cooking, doing laundry. Dad has been making trips to the grocery store. My sister has helped out with Maverick and my sweet husband has just been by my side the whole time. 

Being forced to take this “break” has made me realize a few things. One being that I cannot take care of my family, my home, my work if I am not taking care of myself.  I need to eat better, manage my asthma better, develop a new exercise routine, or whatever so I can be there for my family. I can’t refill everyone else’s cup if mine is always empty. I am not super woman. I’m just a regular person who tried to handle everything, who ignored how tired her body was, and it all ended up biting me in the ass. No bueno. 

The second thing I realized is I don’t know how to just sit down and relinquish control. Honestly, I’m a control freak! I hate for everything to be going on and me be in the background not being able to control anything lol!

I guess the moral of this post is that we parents, need to remember how important it is for us to take care of ourselves so we can take care of our families and our other obligations. We deserve some time to ourselves. Even if it’s 15 or 20 minutes a day, we NEED to make ourselves as much as a priority as others.

To help drill this into my own brain I decided to illustrate a picture in my journal 😂.

Hope all you had a fantastic Halloween.