One great thing about life in the south is that when winter weather strikes, it forces us to
xoxo,
Friday, February 14, 2014
Puppy Love
Sheww! It's been a while, y'all! Life has been in FULL swing lately. I've been teaching a class of sweet, precious, first grade babies since August and I can't believe how much they've grown. I've gotten so attached to those sweet babies, and I can't believe my year with them is over halfway over!! :/ I haven't seen my students since Monday, and won't see them again until Tuesday, so I can't wait to get bombarded with sweet hugs from them.
One great thing about life in the south is that when winter weather strikes, it forces us toslow down stop in our snow tracks. Even though cabin fever is starting to set in, it has been SO nice to be stuck and home and have nothing to do. However, it has clearly also made me lose my mind because yesterday we ventured out into town once the roads thawed out a little...and came home with a new puppy. That's right, Fisher has a little furry sister...and he's not too sure about her yet. Lola, a sweet German Shepherd puppy, joined our little family yesterday and is starting to settle in. Hopefully she'll be fully settled soon, because sleepless nights are for the birds!
Isn't this little girl just precious?! I can't wait to watch her and Fisher become best friends! How do you spend a snowy day in your neck of the woods?!
xoxo,
One great thing about life in the south is that when winter weather strikes, it forces us to
xoxo,
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
31 days:: day 17 :: happiness is taking a leap
I'm very excited to say that I have a huge pink box waiting on my doorstep for me when I get home! This box contains all the goodies I need to start my Thirty-One business!
I have toyed with the idea of becoming a consultant for Thirty-One before, but I was always on the fence, and it seemed to be more of a "what if", rather than something I was sure I wanted to do.
However, over the past few months, the Lord has been trying to tell me to do something, but I wasn't quite sure what he wanted me to do. Being the planner that I am, I know that one day when I have kids and a family of my own, that I won't want to work and be away from home for 13 hours every day, like I am now. But, I also know that I don't want to wait until that "one day" comes before I figure out how I'll make it work.
Then, I randomly asked a friend of G's how and when she got started with Thirty-One. I've heard several successful Thirty-One consultants-turned-directors share their story with me, but it never quite sounded like something for me. But, I wanted to hear my friend's story. She's a straight-shootin' kinda gal, so I knew she wouldn't feed me any junk and would tell me exactly like it is. I messaged her, and she called me the very next day and told me her Thirty-One story. Right away, I knew this was something for me. I'm not knocking those other stories- because every single Thirty-One story that I've heard has been successful and awesome, but I just don't think it was for me at the time.
But there's no time like the present, right?
Shortly after a couple of conversations with J, I was signed up and have beenpatiently awaiting for the arrival of my big pink box! Thanks to UPS equipping impatient bodies like me with a tracking link, I now know that my start up kit is sitting on my front porch, waiting for me to tear into it. [Which is not helping this work day pass by any quicker, btw.]
I soon hope that I can share my successful Thirty-One story with everyone, but for now I can tell you that I took a leap of faith, am trusting God to lead me in the right direction, and I am very happy about this!
The point of this post is NOT to shove Thirty-One down your throat, or even to try to convince you to buy my products. But, I am so incredibly excited about God pointing to Thirty-One that I am genuinely happy about this adventure. After toying with some part-time "work from home" options, I knew Thrity-One would be good. After all, the company is named after Proverbs 31, is a Christian based company, and was started by a Godly woman and her husband. God is good, so this adventure is sure to be good as well!
I have toyed with the idea of becoming a consultant for Thirty-One before, but I was always on the fence, and it seemed to be more of a "what if", rather than something I was sure I wanted to do.
However, over the past few months, the Lord has been trying to tell me to do something, but I wasn't quite sure what he wanted me to do. Being the planner that I am, I know that one day when I have kids and a family of my own, that I won't want to work and be away from home for 13 hours every day, like I am now. But, I also know that I don't want to wait until that "one day" comes before I figure out how I'll make it work.
Then, I randomly asked a friend of G's how and when she got started with Thirty-One. I've heard several successful Thirty-One consultants-turned-directors share their story with me, but it never quite sounded like something for me. But, I wanted to hear my friend's story. She's a straight-shootin' kinda gal, so I knew she wouldn't feed me any junk and would tell me exactly like it is. I messaged her, and she called me the very next day and told me her Thirty-One story. Right away, I knew this was something for me. I'm not knocking those other stories- because every single Thirty-One story that I've heard has been successful and awesome, but I just don't think it was for me at the time.
But there's no time like the present, right?
Shortly after a couple of conversations with J, I was signed up and have been
I soon hope that I can share my successful Thirty-One story with everyone, but for now I can tell you that I took a leap of faith, am trusting God to lead me in the right direction, and I am very happy about this!
The point of this post is NOT to shove Thirty-One down your throat, or even to try to convince you to buy my products. But, I am so incredibly excited about God pointing to Thirty-One that I am genuinely happy about this adventure. After toying with some part-time "work from home" options, I knew Thrity-One would be good. After all, the company is named after Proverbs 31, is a Christian based company, and was started by a Godly woman and her husband. God is good, so this adventure is sure to be good as well!
Thursday, October 11, 2012
31 days:: day 11 happiness is clean dishes
I'm sure you've noticed that I'm now missing two more days of this 31 day excitement. Sorry guys.
I'd like to tell you that I have a great reason for not having these posts. But truth is, we took the kids on a field trip to the zoo Tuesday. And, well, I was just plain worn out. This wasn't just any regular zoo visit with 25 four-year-old angels. No. Too simple. This a trip to the zoo to wrap up a March of Dimes fundraiser that we've worked so hard to raise money for. Now, as an aunt to two sick babies, one of which being a preemie, I am so incredibly thankful for organizations like March of Dimes. However, I'd rather run 6230 March of Dimes walks than take 25 little people to a zoo filled with a billion other little people.
But. I survived. In fact, we all did. Shew. A
Anyway, I was in my pajamas dozing off by 7:30 Tuesday night- I got home at 7, be-tee-dub. <-- that means btw. or by the way. I'm clever, I know.
Any well, last night. Let's just call it still not being recovered from the field trip. Or laziness. Either works for me.
So, here I am. I figured I'd better write this little slice of happiness pie before the lack of with-it-ness claims me.
I've just been a little "off" this week. As I've said before, I LOVE cooking. This week, however, my poor boyfriend has only had 1 home cooked meal waiting for him when he came over. That was Monday. Tuesday, I blamed the zoo. Wednesday, I blamed not having a clean Crock Pot.
I don't have a dishwasher. Well I do, but in human form. And that human isn't me. He's about 6'1" with brown hair. I've finally gotten G to claim the glorious title of dishwasher. 1) because he owns the house I live in, and it doesn't have a dishwasher. 2) if he wants dinner, there needs to be clean dishes for me to cook with and us to eat on. It's taken a while, but he's finally given in. And I love him even more for it.
However, he doesn't have the same, exceptional amount of OCD running through his veins that I do. In fact, he doesn't have any. At all. It's ridiculous really. I think he just pretends not to, just to bug me. (it works)
So, I wanted to do cartwheels the day he realized it's much easier to wash a few dishes everyday instead of waiting until both sinks fill up after 3 days of not washing them. He's developed a lovely routine, which I [as well as my OCD] love dearly. He stops by on his way home from work, lets the furry child out, and washes dishes. It makes my OCD incredibly happy to have a clean sink when I come home. I mean, it's probably pathetic at how much unclean sinks bug me. But I refuse to be wrong here.
Well like I said, I've been "off" this week. And, apparently, so has my dishwasher. He just decided to take the week off.
As usual, I call my sweet, lovely, non-OCD fella on my way home from work to make sure my dog-child is alive and well, and occasionally I'm nice enough to ask G how his day was [actually- I ask him this every.single.day. my parents always asked me this growing up, so I think it's instilled in me to ask him]. Well, for the third (3RD) day in a row, I ask G if he's washed the dishes, knowing the answer is no. Of course he laughs, so I know my answer. I guess when I'm off my game, he decided he doesn't need to be on his. wrong.
Well, I walk in and see a counter slap full of nice, clean dishes. That sucker did wash my dishes. And it has made me incredibly happy.
I know, I probably need new hobbies if clean dishes give me that much joy. Oh, well.
Side-note: I started to write this post about alone time (since I've got the house to myself), but I started writing about G washing the dishes. Again, this proves just how sad my pathetic OCD filled life is. But I love it. Or it could prove how not-rested and off I am this week. But the OCD idea makes me feel a little better.
Good night lovies!
I'd like to tell you that I have a great reason for not having these posts. But truth is, we took the kids on a field trip to the zoo Tuesday. And, well, I was just plain worn out. This wasn't just any regular zoo visit with 25 four-year-old angels. No. Too simple. This a trip to the zoo to wrap up a March of Dimes fundraiser that we've worked so hard to raise money for. Now, as an aunt to two sick babies, one of which being a preemie, I am so incredibly thankful for organizations like March of Dimes. However, I'd rather run 6230 March of Dimes walks than take 25 little people to a zoo filled with a billion other little people.
But. I survived. In fact, we all did. Shew. A
Anyway, I was in my pajamas dozing off by 7:30 Tuesday night- I got home at 7, be-tee-dub. <-- that means btw. or by the way. I'm clever, I know.
Any well, last night. Let's just call it still not being recovered from the field trip. Or laziness. Either works for me.
So, here I am. I figured I'd better write this little slice of happiness pie before the lack of with-it-ness claims me.
I've just been a little "off" this week. As I've said before, I LOVE cooking. This week, however, my poor boyfriend has only had 1 home cooked meal waiting for him when he came over. That was Monday. Tuesday, I blamed the zoo. Wednesday, I blamed not having a clean Crock Pot.
I don't have a dishwasher. Well I do, but in human form. And that human isn't me. He's about 6'1" with brown hair. I've finally gotten G to claim the glorious title of dishwasher. 1) because he owns the house I live in, and it doesn't have a dishwasher. 2) if he wants dinner, there needs to be clean dishes for me to cook with and us to eat on. It's taken a while, but he's finally given in. And I love him even more for it.
However, he doesn't have the same, exceptional amount of OCD running through his veins that I do. In fact, he doesn't have any. At all. It's ridiculous really. I think he just pretends not to, just to bug me. (it works)
So, I wanted to do cartwheels the day he realized it's much easier to wash a few dishes everyday instead of waiting until both sinks fill up after 3 days of not washing them. He's developed a lovely routine, which I [as well as my OCD] love dearly. He stops by on his way home from work, lets the furry child out, and washes dishes. It makes my OCD incredibly happy to have a clean sink when I come home. I mean, it's probably pathetic at how much unclean sinks bug me. But I refuse to be wrong here.
Well like I said, I've been "off" this week. And, apparently, so has my dishwasher. He just decided to take the week off.
As usual, I call my sweet, lovely, non-OCD fella on my way home from work to make sure my dog-child is alive and well, and occasionally I'm nice enough to ask G how his day was [actually- I ask him this every.single.day. my parents always asked me this growing up, so I think it's instilled in me to ask him]. Well, for the third (3RD) day in a row, I ask G if he's washed the dishes, knowing the answer is no. Of course he laughs, so I know my answer. I guess when I'm off my game, he decided he doesn't need to be on his. wrong.
Well, I walk in and see a counter slap full of nice, clean dishes. That sucker did wash my dishes. And it has made me incredibly happy.
I know, I probably need new hobbies if clean dishes give me that much joy. Oh, well.
Side-note: I started to write this post about alone time (since I've got the house to myself), but I started writing about G washing the dishes. Again, this proves just how sad my pathetic OCD filled life is. But I love it. Or it could prove how not-rested and off I am this week. But the OCD idea makes me feel a little better.
Good night lovies!
Monday, October 8, 2012
31 days:: day 8 happiness is God
If you're looking for days 6 and 7, ya aren't gonna find 'em. At least not right now. I hope to go back and write them, but I already feel like I'm so far behind on other things, and those two blog posts have been driving me way crazier than they should. I decided that since I started this blogging journey a couple days late, that I should just keep moving forward. After all, this is about 31 days of happiness, not silly stress, right?!
As I told y'all on a previous (rather lengthy) post, I have made more of an effort to find a new home church and become an involved member of a church fmaily again. I'm not gonna lie, I've got a ways to go. And I'm not ready to leave my job on Sunday mornings at my working church either, so for now I'm sticking to Sunday nights. Hopefully soon I'll be able to add Wednesday nights to the list- when I get a job that's closer to home and allows me to get off work before church starts!
But like I said in that earlier post, I don't want to go to church, just to be going to church. I want to go to church to be active. I want to go to church to worship. I want to go to church to see how God moves me, as well as others, when we come together in His house. I want to become part of a bible study group. I want to learn more about God's Word, and what He has to say to me.
However, I know that all those things can't happen simply by going to church. I have to make changes is ALL areas of my life.
I'm proud to say those changes have started. And boy is it awesome! I always thought I had to make tons of tremendous changes in my life to please God. But I know that's not true. I have made a bunch of changes, but they have all been pretty small, compared to what I thought I would have to do.
Simple changes.
Listening to Christian radio more often. Taking time to point out the positive side in any situation. Thanking God for opportunities. Thanking God when I think an opportunity has passed me by, because I know He has something better for me in store. Praising God at all times. Changing the way I talk to and about others. All these things, and more, and doing them with a willing heart, to make sure His Light is shining through in all that I do.
Now, THAT is happiness!
As I told y'all on a previous (rather lengthy) post, I have made more of an effort to find a new home church and become an involved member of a church fmaily again. I'm not gonna lie, I've got a ways to go. And I'm not ready to leave my job on Sunday mornings at my working church either, so for now I'm sticking to Sunday nights. Hopefully soon I'll be able to add Wednesday nights to the list- when I get a job that's closer to home and allows me to get off work before church starts!
But like I said in that earlier post, I don't want to go to church, just to be going to church. I want to go to church to be active. I want to go to church to worship. I want to go to church to see how God moves me, as well as others, when we come together in His house. I want to become part of a bible study group. I want to learn more about God's Word, and what He has to say to me.
However, I know that all those things can't happen simply by going to church. I have to make changes is ALL areas of my life.
I'm proud to say those changes have started. And boy is it awesome! I always thought I had to make tons of tremendous changes in my life to please God. But I know that's not true. I have made a bunch of changes, but they have all been pretty small, compared to what I thought I would have to do.
Simple changes.
Listening to Christian radio more often. Taking time to point out the positive side in any situation. Thanking God for opportunities. Thanking God when I think an opportunity has passed me by, because I know He has something better for me in store. Praising God at all times. Changing the way I talk to and about others. All these things, and more, and doing them with a willing heart, to make sure His Light is shining through in all that I do.
Now, THAT is happiness!
Saturday, October 6, 2012
31 days:: day 6 Happiness is homemade
Good Morning world!
Thursday is my normal day off from work. But it never really is a day off to relax, enjoy being off, sit on the couch and watch tv. Oh, how I wish! Thursdays have turned into my "catch up" days. I usually tucker out and give in to my bed long before all my daily chores are done during the week. So, Thursdays I try to wake up ready to go. And by setting out my stuff Wednesday night, I did wake up early- I actually made myself lay in the bed for a little while longer- and I did actually want to get things done as soon as I was out of bed!
I was excited to attempt 2 (two!) new firsts. I made my own shower cleaner and my own floor cleaner. Let me just say. WOW!
Not gonna lie, at first I wasn't so sure. I was even slightly disappointed at first glance. I've heard stories about it making your shower literally shine like brand new. This was not my case. Then I took into consideration how old my shower is. My house is old. I love it. But it's old. The bathroom was an addition. OLD.
I decided to not give up. I took my sponge and put a little elbow grease behind it. I scrubbed the doors and walls a little more, and even sprayed a little more cleaner in some places. Then scrubbed a little more. Boy did that make a huge difference! Then I cleaned the outside of the shower doors with (non-homemade :/) glass cleaner, just to make it a little cleaner.
I forgot to take a picture before I sprayed the cleaner on. I promise my shower isn't that disgusting. After I sprayed the entire shower down, I ran and got my camera to snap a couple pictures. Then I went about my day for about half an hour or so. I came back, rinsed, then got to work.
When I took a shower, I could tell a HUGE difference. It was literally lighter and brighter in the shower. I could tell that a good portion of light was being let in, that wasn't previously. I was, still am, incredibly happy about this!
I also went on to make my own floor cleaner, and mopped my whole house. After the shower thing, I was driven harder to clean the floors good. I even moved some of the furniture around in the living room andoffice Fisher's room. Yes, it's sad that my dog has claimed his own room. He's such a spoiled little child. After rolling up the rugs in his room and the living room, Fisher decided it was best to just stay camped out on the back of the couch and spectate. He wanted no part in this mopping mess.
Since the furry child wouldn't mop, I got to it. I'm pretty ashamed of the after picture of the disgusting mop water. I regularly mop my floors with a Swiffer Wet Jet. But, when I saw how gross the dirty mop water was, you would have never thought I'd even heard the words mop or broom before! Eww!
As gross as it was, both of these homemade recipes made me, and my bathroom & floors, extremely happy! I'm actually looking forward to cleaning my bathroom again- which used to be mymost hated least favorite chore!
Thursday is my normal day off from work. But it never really is a day off to relax, enjoy being off, sit on the couch and watch tv. Oh, how I wish! Thursdays have turned into my "catch up" days. I usually tucker out and give in to my bed long before all my daily chores are done during the week. So, Thursdays I try to wake up ready to go. And by setting out my stuff Wednesday night, I did wake up early- I actually made myself lay in the bed for a little while longer- and I did actually want to get things done as soon as I was out of bed!
I was excited to attempt 2 (two!) new firsts. I made my own shower cleaner and my own floor cleaner. Let me just say. WOW!
Not gonna lie, at first I wasn't so sure. I was even slightly disappointed at first glance. I've heard stories about it making your shower literally shine like brand new. This was not my case. Then I took into consideration how old my shower is. My house is old. I love it. But it's old. The bathroom was an addition. OLD.
I decided to not give up. I took my sponge and put a little elbow grease behind it. I scrubbed the doors and walls a little more, and even sprayed a little more cleaner in some places. Then scrubbed a little more. Boy did that make a huge difference! Then I cleaned the outside of the shower doors with (non-homemade :/) glass cleaner, just to make it a little cleaner.
I forgot to take a picture before I sprayed the cleaner on. I promise my shower isn't that disgusting. After I sprayed the entire shower down, I ran and got my camera to snap a couple pictures. Then I went about my day for about half an hour or so. I came back, rinsed, then got to work.
When I took a shower, I could tell a HUGE difference. It was literally lighter and brighter in the shower. I could tell that a good portion of light was being let in, that wasn't previously. I was, still am, incredibly happy about this!
I also went on to make my own floor cleaner, and mopped my whole house. After the shower thing, I was driven harder to clean the floors good. I even moved some of the furniture around in the living room and
Since the furry child wouldn't mop, I got to it. I'm pretty ashamed of the after picture of the disgusting mop water. I regularly mop my floors with a Swiffer Wet Jet. But, when I saw how gross the dirty mop water was, you would have never thought I'd even heard the words mop or broom before! Eww!
As gross as it was, both of these homemade recipes made me, and my bathroom & floors, extremely happy! I'm actually looking forward to cleaning my bathroom again- which used to be my
Friday, October 5, 2012
31 days::day 5 Happiness at church
Let's just pretend this was written on Thursday. ;)
Over the course of the past several months, something has been tugging at my heart. I've felt like I just haven't been doing enough to please God. And I have wanted, very badly, to do better. I'm not sure why this feeling popped up- but I am oh, so glad it did!
Now, I'm in church every Sunday morning. But, honestly, it's because I work in the nursery keeping [[precious]] little ones while Mommies and Daddies are in Sunday School and the service. I LOVE the church where I work. I have grown to absolutely LOVE the children I care for, as well as gotten close to some of their parents. It makes me happy to be there. But, lately, I just haven't been satisfied with being at church. Although I love those little people, I have grown to not love being a part of the service, and being able to really listen to the words the preacher has to say. I am lucky enough for one of the services to be able to turn on the speaker system so I can catch some of the sermon, but we all know babies require our undivided attention 99.9% of the time.
That being said, I have been on G about us attending Sunday evening services at a church closer to my house. We kept saying we'd go. And we kept not going. I know that G wanted to go, but I guess making it a point to actually get to church wasn't at the top of his (or mine) priority list.
Finally, I had it. I was going to go to church, and that was all there was to it. We finally made it to the evening service at the church G grew up in. They had gotten a new preacher lately, and he had nothing but good "reviews" from long time church members. You can make fun of me, but I'm a little funny about things. I was straight up nervous when we went that Sunday (which is why I was so adimant about having G for support). I could just imagine us showing up, with me getting wierd stares and not welcomed. That could not have been further from what really happened. I have never been so welcomed by strangers before in my life! Of course, they were all thrilled to see G again [and it was super entertaining to hear countless stories about him when he was "knee high to a grass hopper"], but almost everyone made a point to come and introduce themselves to me and shake my hand and tell me how glad they were to have me. Although we haven't been back consistently yet [we're still working on that whole routine part!], everytime we make it to the evening service, we are all welcomed, hugged, and told that they are so glad we came. I can honestly say I feel "at home" in that church. I actually even feel pretty bad because several members already call me by my name in conversation...and I can't remember theirs to save my life! Again, I'm workin' on it! Names remembered or not, that is possibly one of the nicest, sweetest, most welcoming congregation that I have had the pleasure of worshiping with. Being welcomed by such a wonderful, God fearing, church going, old fashioned Christian group of people has played a HUGE part in my happiness lately!
But I wanted to make sure I wasn't going to church to say that I was going to church...which I can save for another day, since we've still got 26 to go!
Now, I'm off to spend anotherfew several hours with my funny 4 year olds! Then, G and I are having dinner with his sister tonight. Yay for yummy meals cooked by others! :)
Have a fabulous Friday friends!
Over the course of the past several months, something has been tugging at my heart. I've felt like I just haven't been doing enough to please God. And I have wanted, very badly, to do better. I'm not sure why this feeling popped up- but I am oh, so glad it did!
Now, I'm in church every Sunday morning. But, honestly, it's because I work in the nursery keeping [[precious]] little ones while Mommies and Daddies are in Sunday School and the service. I LOVE the church where I work. I have grown to absolutely LOVE the children I care for, as well as gotten close to some of their parents. It makes me happy to be there. But, lately, I just haven't been satisfied with being at church. Although I love those little people, I have grown to not love being a part of the service, and being able to really listen to the words the preacher has to say. I am lucky enough for one of the services to be able to turn on the speaker system so I can catch some of the sermon, but we all know babies require our undivided attention 99.9% of the time.
That being said, I have been on G about us attending Sunday evening services at a church closer to my house. We kept saying we'd go. And we kept not going. I know that G wanted to go, but I guess making it a point to actually get to church wasn't at the top of his (or mine) priority list.
Finally, I had it. I was going to go to church, and that was all there was to it. We finally made it to the evening service at the church G grew up in. They had gotten a new preacher lately, and he had nothing but good "reviews" from long time church members. You can make fun of me, but I'm a little funny about things. I was straight up nervous when we went that Sunday (which is why I was so adimant about having G for support). I could just imagine us showing up, with me getting wierd stares and not welcomed. That could not have been further from what really happened. I have never been so welcomed by strangers before in my life! Of course, they were all thrilled to see G again [and it was super entertaining to hear countless stories about him when he was "knee high to a grass hopper"], but almost everyone made a point to come and introduce themselves to me and shake my hand and tell me how glad they were to have me. Although we haven't been back consistently yet [we're still working on that whole routine part!], everytime we make it to the evening service, we are all welcomed, hugged, and told that they are so glad we came. I can honestly say I feel "at home" in that church. I actually even feel pretty bad because several members already call me by my name in conversation...and I can't remember theirs to save my life! Again, I'm workin' on it! Names remembered or not, that is possibly one of the nicest, sweetest, most welcoming congregation that I have had the pleasure of worshiping with. Being welcomed by such a wonderful, God fearing, church going, old fashioned Christian group of people has played a HUGE part in my happiness lately!
But I wanted to make sure I wasn't going to church to say that I was going to church...which I can save for another day, since we've still got 26 to go!
Now, I'm off to spend another
Have a fabulous Friday friends!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
31 days of happiness:: day 3 Happiness in small changes
Hello there friends!
Today (which should have really been yesterday- but I was late jumping on the bandwagon), I want to share with you a little tip that I have recently started doing that seems to make a world of difference for my mornings.
Although I claim to be, somewhat of, a morning person, let's face it: 4:30 AM is TOO early for any human being to be getting out of bed. We're gonna ignore the fact that I get out of bed to hit the snooze and crawl back in. Nonetheless, I'm up and at 'em by 5:00 most mornings. Which, to me, is still a tad early to be happy about the day ahead. It's not even day yet. It's still dark out. Let me sleep til 6 and we're golden. But, that's just not gonna work since I leave my house at 6:00.
On top of waking up before the roosters, I typically have to throw something in the Crock Pot so I can feed that boyfriend of mine who tends to show up around dinner time. Although it only takes a few minutes, those are precious moments that I don't have to spare while I'm dashing around attempting to make myself took publicly presentable.
A few weeks ago I started taking just a couple minutes at night to set out things that I'll need in the morning for dinner prep. Obviously I can't set out meats or fridge goodies, but just setting canned goods, and even the crock pot, the night before has made the biggest difference in the morning!! I have no clue why I never thought of that before- it's so super easy and so super simple, but it has helped tremendously in my morning routine!
I hope that simple tip helps you in your morning routine, and makes a difference in your day like it does mine!
I was planning on catching up today and posting my 4th day of happiness...but then I invited the folks over for dinner, causing me to get sucked into the kitchen all evening! Perhaps I'll make up for my slackness tomorrow??
Later lovies!
Today (which should have really been yesterday- but I was late jumping on the bandwagon), I want to share with you a little tip that I have recently started doing that seems to make a world of difference for my mornings.
Although I claim to be, somewhat of, a morning person, let's face it: 4:30 AM is TOO early for any human being to be getting out of bed. We're gonna ignore the fact that I get out of bed to hit the snooze and crawl back in. Nonetheless, I'm up and at 'em by 5:00 most mornings. Which, to me, is still a tad early to be happy about the day ahead. It's not even day yet. It's still dark out. Let me sleep til 6 and we're golden. But, that's just not gonna work since I leave my house at 6:00.
On top of waking up before the roosters, I typically have to throw something in the Crock Pot so I can feed that boyfriend of mine who tends to show up around dinner time. Although it only takes a few minutes, those are precious moments that I don't have to spare while I'm dashing around attempting to make myself took publicly presentable.
A few weeks ago I started taking just a couple minutes at night to set out things that I'll need in the morning for dinner prep. Obviously I can't set out meats or fridge goodies, but just setting canned goods, and even the crock pot, the night before has made the biggest difference in the morning!! I have no clue why I never thought of that before- it's so super easy and so super simple, but it has helped tremendously in my morning routine!
I hope that simple tip helps you in your morning routine, and makes a difference in your day like it does mine!
I was planning on catching up today and posting my 4th day of happiness...but then I invited the folks over for dinner, causing me to get sucked into the kitchen all evening! Perhaps I'll make up for my slackness tomorrow??
Later lovies!
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