DIY Bathroom Makeover

We’ve lived in our cozy little casita for seven years exactly this month. The hubby and I have painted every room with the exception of our hallway bathroom. It’s mostly used by Hails and while we have a bright shower curtain and cute art work (yes, art work), it’s still so very blah. I am not a fan of white walls to start with but y’all, let me tell you that if you have kids or dogs or both, that shit will never stay clean. It will end up with smudges and stains and who knows what else. White looks good in magazines and the house of other people. Not in my chaos lol

So taking into account Hails favourite color and keeping in mind that she is a teenage girl in love with all things bright, we decided to give the bathroom a facelift (actually i decided to give it facelift, no one else). Nothing over the top. Just a boost of personality. Fresh paint on the walls, refinished the cabinets, dressed up the mirror and poof we have a new bath!

I lucked out in that my neighbor had just finished painting her laundry room the same color and she lets use the rest of her paint so that didn’t cost me a thing. Neither did the painting tools because mis padres have been fixing up and painting their home as well. So all I needed to buy was the chalk paint (Amazon, $18.99) and the wood to frame the mirror. I kinda like the way it all turned out!

Check out the before and after:


Goodbye Summer, Hello Football 🏈

I don’t know if I will ever be one of those moms that are chomping at the bit for the start of school. I guess I’m not at home with my kids all day driving me crazy either, but there’s also that the end of summer for the Brett household brings the beginning of football season. Which means that I have solid plans for just about every single Friday night until possibly mid November.

Now I’ll be honest, I have done my fair share of huffing and puffing and have down right thrown possibly the pissiest temper tantrum you have ever seen during football season because it takes my husband away from me. Away from the kids. But at the end of the day, there’s something special to be said about being in those bleachers under those bright lights. About the cheering of the fans when those boys down there give it their all. I love The bonding happening between a coach and his kids at the end of every game. And there’s happiness in your babies as they get to run up and down that field after the game.

So while I’m sad that summer has come to an end and we be spent this weekend cramming every last bit of summer fun there was to be had, for once I am very much looking forward to this football season.

Super Moms

I have a story to share:

Super Mom goes off to save the world (in her own way). She looks flawless as she does it with her hair in waves, on point makeup, and perfectly manicured nails. When she finishes her task of saving the runaway train, she heads into to her 9-5 to earn that paycheck. She skips her hour lunch-break to take super kids to their dentists appointments. Rushes to pick them up from school to the dentist, then from the dentist to baseball (whatever sport) practice and dance. Then in the blink of an eye she picks up/makes dinner, walks the dog, starts laundry, picks up random things around the house, answers work emails, helps kids with homework, gets kids to bed, and gets herself ready to do it all over again tomorrow. Sound exhausting? It sounds fucking exhausting to me. And yet, here we are doing this by the hundreds of thousands. So Greetings to all you super moms out there. To each and everyone of you who put your family and their needs in front of your own. Howdy to those mamas who are exhausted from taking care of sick babies, from taking kids to and from activities while planning out the dinner menu for the following week in your head.

I worked on a research paper for my last semester (oh we go to school too, while working full time, and having a family?!) about the nastiness between women and why it exists. While I’m not going to go into all the information I found, I will say one part I did find incredibly interesting is the fact that our happiness has steadily decreased since the 1970s. We have more rights and opportunities than ever before and yet we’re unhappier. Could it be because we’re overextending ourselves. Y’all, I believe in good time management. I really do. But at some point something has got to give? And you know what’s giving whether we knowingly give it up? Our ability to BE HAPPY! We don’t have the time to be happy. We don’t put ourselves at the top of the list to be happy. We have it in our minds that because we are able to do all these things that we should do all these things and have a nasty habit of making other women feel like shit if they don’t do all these things. I spend some days so tired I run around in circles trying to remember what’s next on my list.

I finally graduated with my bachelors after 17 years. It’s been on of my bucket list items for a LONG time. And now that I’ve finished that, I have freed up a little more time in my life. You know what I’m going to do with those extra hours?? It won’t be signing my kids up for yet another activity. It won’t be making sure every article of clothing is washed, folded, and put up. No, it’s going to be spent being selfish. Completely and utterly selfish. Because I no longer want to sacrifice my sanity or happiness for the unattainable perfect mom/life. I want to strive for the “happy” mom/wife life. So here’s to longer baths, trips alone to the coffee shop, and perhaps a mani pedi here and there. I strongly urge all you amazing beautiful moms to do the same. After all, you cannot fill the cups of others while yours is empty.

Much ❤️,


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,