A Post About Doing Too Much

So another new year has begun, which brings on the requisite new year’s resolutions. Now I like making some good goals and having a to-do list to check off, but I really wish the new year started when it was warmer outside. There’s nothing like cold weather to deflate what little motivation and momentum I had to go to the gym or eat a salad. I just want to stay home in my cozy socks and jogger pants, eat pizza, and watch TV. Basically, I just want to hibernate. The gym, salads, reading 500 page novels, that’s all stuff to tackle when it’s warm out.

Well, it’s out of my hands to change the timing of new year’s resolutions, so I will just roll with it and plan out my goals that I want to focus on this year. Unfortunately for me, I’ve put A LOT on my plate.

Some of the things I would like to work on or add to my life are as follows: exercise more, eat healthier, start meditating, do more yoga, start playing tennis again, read more books, read more scripture, stick to a budget, pray more consistently, keep my house cleaner, make more time for family and friends, etc. etc. etc.

While these are all noble goals to have, I only have 24 hours in a day and I’m already starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by this to-do list that I have created for myself. These things are suppose to improve my life and make it better, yet trying to fit all of it in one day is causing me a bit of anxiety. I tend to be that person that goes from 0 to 100mph with activities. I want to sign up for everything, and do everything, and create a group if it doesn’t exist, etc, but then I start to feel the weight of my overzealousness and I retreat back big time.  I need to learn to find a happy medium somehow.

I started making these check off boxes for each day of the year for each of my goals in my bullet journal. That is A LOT of boxes. Today I have decided to rip those pages off and look at it a different way. If I have accomplished any one thing from that above goal list, then one box gets checked off for the day. If I mediated but didn’t read that day, great, I still did something good, so check the box. If I did laundry and dishes but didn’t work out today, I still get to check the box. It’s so much less pressure on myself this way. I’m still trying to focus on what good I am doing that day, but I don’t have to force myself to crunch in all of the goals in 24 hours every day. And most importantly, I still get to check off a box. I need that sense of accomplishment.

I also need to focus on creating margin and space in my life, and letting God’s plans for me have room to grow without me crowding them out with my busyness. As much as I like to have plans and be doing stuff, I also need that time to recharge and just let things unfold. That is another goal I will work on this year.

Good luck to you with your resolutions and goals this year! And keep working at it! It’s a growing process, not all or nothing. Each day can be a fresh start, and I look forward to when those fresh starts happen in 70 degree weather!

Much love y’all!




A Post about the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Well, it’s definitely been a minute since I’ve had a chance to write a blog post, and with most of my readers stuck at home scrolling through facebook, thanks to Hurricane/Tropical Storm/Shitty Vacation Ruining Irma, now might be a good time for a new post.

Yesterday was my 6 year wedding anniversary with the hubbin. We had it all planned out to take a family weekend trip to Florida, around the Santa Rosa Beach area, to stay with my BFF and get one last taste of summer, but Mother Nature had other plans. I am grateful that everyone we know in Florida is safe, and praying that we stay safe in Georgia right now, but seriously, screw you Irma for ruining my vacation. Just don’t ruin anything else, OK?

While we stayed home and made the best of our staycation, it got me thinking about how the weather is getting colder and fall has pretty much arrived. I love fall! It’s my favorite time of the year, but it always feels like it goes by in such a flash cause there is just so much to look forward to and not enough weekends to do it all. I personally think it should be considered the most wonderful time of the year, so I thought it would be fun to make a list of what I love most about fall. Here goes:

1.) Pumpkin Spice Lattes: Sorry, not sorry, but this is my favorite Starbucks drink. It was my gateway drug into Starbucks, and each year its release kicks off the most wonderful time of year. I know there are many out there who do not appreciate pumpkin spice anything, and I get it when it comes to things like Doritos, chicken, toilet paper, but come on, pumpkin spice in coffee is just magical. Oh, and so is pumpkin beer!

2.) Fall Festivals & Hiking Trips: So here in Atlanta you literally need to hire an event planner to keep track of all of the fall festivals- which weekends they are happening and where. There’s always some fun adventure to be had on the weekends in the fall, traveling to some obscure mountain town, picking all their apples and pumpkins, eating fried oreos, and buying overpriced crafts. I love it! And hiking is amazing this time of year. Cool weather, leaves changing colors, love, love love!

3.) Return of the Leggings: You know that they’d be back! I love my leggings, but summer is just not good leggings weather. It’s too dang hot for all that material. Not in the fall though! Which brings me to my next love for fall….

4.) Leg Shaving is Optional: This one is pretty self-explanatory, but no need to feel guilty if my legs have went some days without seeing the sharp end of a razor. My leggings will hide it all! Now don’t get me wrong, I do shave my pits regularly, I’m not an animal, but in the fall, legs are optional!

5.) Halloween and All Things Scary: Halloween is so much fun and while in general I don’t love being scared, this is the one time of year that I will soak up all the scary movies, haunted houses, etc. Fall is just a fun time to cozy up with the hubbin and get scared on purpose. And who doesn’t love an excuse to wear a costume, especially when you can make your hubbin and kids match with you!

6.) Milestones: This is most important. Some of my favorite people were born in the fall: Nugget, Coco, and my dad. Plus I got married in the fall, so lots to celebrate!

There is one thing I do not like about fall, and I will get a lot of crap for this, but I am just going to admit it. I do not love football. Sorry. Sometimes I can be SLIGHTLY interested in college football, depending on which teams are playing and which college’s admissions’ offices roll out the red carpet to high school counselors the best, but other than that, you can keep the pigskin. Oh, and one other thing I do not like: hurricane season. Obviously.

What are your favorite things about fall?






A Post about the Ridiculous Cost of Kids’ Activities

I am the type of person that loves to stay busy. I like scheduling activities and such, but when it comes to actually executing them, I am the first to complain about how I’m tired and already over it. Like I mentioned in a previous post, it seems my favorite hobby is coming up with new hobbies. I like the thrill of something new to look forward to, plus I like to have plans.

Nugget is 2 1/2 years old, so she is almost to that magical age of being allowed to sign up for various extra-curricular activities, whether it’s dance, soccer, gymnastics, underwater basket weaving, whatever. 3 is that magical age where you no longer have to do Mommy and Me, but you can send them on their merry way to be independent little darlings discovering their inner (insert famous artist/athlete’s name here).

My hubbin usually ends up having to work on most Saturdays, so I like to get out of the house with the girls and do whatever we can to keep Mommy from going stir crazy. I’ve been currently investigating the options of activities that I can get Nugget signed up for in a few months, and I am just absolutely flabbergasted at the costs.

So far it looks like a 45 minute dance class once a week would be the cheapest option at $590 for the school year. A gymnastics/dance combo for 1 hour a week is looking at $810 for the school year, and a 45 minute weekly music class, which at least would include Coco, too, is a whopping $855 for the school year. What. The. Hell? I mean, I would love for the girls to do an activity together, but I can’t justify paying that much money for a music class so Coco can chew on a plastic tambourine the whole time. For goodness sakes, they are only 2 1/2 and 9 months!!! Why are these activities so expensive??

And unfortunately it sounds like it only gets more expensive the older they get. Plus once they get older, they actually have opinions on what they want to do and will insist on specific activities. With my luck, they’ll pick the most obscure and expensive activity to do, horseback riding gymnastics or something equally crazy expensive.

I really want to get them involved in an activity and spark whatever hidden talents and abilities they have, plus I also want to get out of the house on Saturday mornings, but crap, I just can’t justify these costs. I have too much debt to work on paying off for this kind of nonsense.

I’m going to really have to mull it over and decide if this is worth it. The only activity I will consider at this point would be the dance class since it’s the cheapest, unless another cheaper activity came along. I haven’t looked into soccer yet cause Nugget turns 3 after the school cut off date, so I have to find activities that cater to the almost 3 crowd. I know, this is totally a first world problem. It’s shameful.

Maybe an almost 3 year old doesn’t need an organized activity yet. Maybe I can find something free to do with both of them and just start a fund for later activities that they actually request. It’s already giving me panic attacks thinking of the cost of activities for 2 kids, and lets just pray that they are not flighty like their mother and want to try everything for 2 seconds then move on to the next.

Much love y’all, Mama Michelle



A Post about Why I Hate Graduation Ceremonies

OK, so I realize that this year’s graduation season has already come and gone, but this is a topic that I have been stirring around in my brain for awhile and just had the opportunity to sit down and write. Now this may be a bit “controversial” to some, but I hate graduations and I want to tell you why.

Let me set the record straight. I am all for earning a degree and getting yourself educated. What I am not about is sitting through an hours-long ceremony to watch people get handed an empty diploma cover (no, there’s no actual diploma in those things during the ceremony) and have their names mispronounced, after listening to several speakers drone on about “seizing the day”!

I have never been a fan of graduation ceremonies. I have technically earned 4 degrees (high school diploma, Associates, Bachelors, and Masters) but have only participated in one ceremony, and that was the high school one, and only because all my friends were doing it. In fact, for my Bachelors ceremony, I decided to skip it and go on a trip out of town instead.

Ironically, I have landed myself in a career where I am now forced to attend a graduation ceremony ever single school year, like the movie Ground Hog’s Day of graduations. I am a High School Counselor. You see, all faculty at every high school must attend the graduation ceremonies. It’s mandatory!

And it’s not that I can just sit casually and take a nap, I mean, watch. I actually have to participate by marching in and wearing a God awful robe! The robes! I hate those robes!!! I am not the one graduating, why do I have to wear that stupid robe? This past year my robe rode around in the back of my car on the floor getting stepped on and spilled on, and when graduation time rolled around, I had to take that thing to get dry cleaned at the last minute, which cost me $14!! You better believe I hung it up immediately in my closet after this year’s ceremony! At least the good thing about being faculty is we don’t have to wear the stupid caps. Those caps are even worse than the robes!

This year I also had the role of having to read the names of my students as they walked on stage. Talk about the most stressful job at graduation! If you pronounce that kid’s name wrong, you have 50 of their closest relatives in the audience to witness it and get upset. Sorry Abcde Skzolzfski, no matter how many times I try to practice it, your name ain’t getting said right!

Honestly, the only people that care about graduation are the parents, and I totally get why. It takes a lot to get a kid through 18 years of school. The only graduation ceremony I will probably ever care about will be Nugget’s and Coco’s, just because those are my kids and they could graduate from Sunday School and I would be proud. Graduation is definitely for the parents. Meanwhile,  I will just keep attending each year, and one day, I will get my moment of excitement when it’s my kids’ turns.

Personally though, as an actual graduate, I would rather go on a vacation than attend a ceremony. The higher the degree, the better trip you get. PhD? All inclusive trip to Aruba! You earned it!

Much love, Mama Michelle



A Post about Finding Humor in the Gross

Hey, y’all! I’m back! So it’s been a minute since I’ve posted anything, but I was really struggling with the fact that I feel like I need to have a strong theme with my blog. Now I have lots of opinions on anything and everything, but I need something cohesive to attract a regular reader. Well, if I’m going to write about what I know, right now what I know is motherhood. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the funny. So hopefully you aren’t saying to yourself, oh no, not another mommy blogger! I know some of my handful of readers are probably not mothers, but I encourage you to stay reading as I try to hit my goal of being mildly amusing for all.

So let me start off by saying that I am a mom of two girls, oldest is 2 1/2 years old and the youngest is 7 months. I’ll call the oldest “Nugget” and the little one “Coco”, since those are also their nicknames IRL (oohh, I feel so millennial saying “IRL”). When I first had Coco, I was scared to death of going anywhere with the two of them on my own. How in the world would I manage a newborn and a crazy toddler loose? I didn’t even know how I would manage getting them down the street to the babysitter’s by myself. Now, it’s old hat. I’ve taken them to the super store, the grocery store, the mommy store (Target), and even to a very active kids’ music class. I can’t say I’ve braved the park yet though, but we’ll save that adventure for later. I really feel like I deserve some sort of medal for this new achievement level, but I know the medals are saved for the moms with 3 or more kids. Now they have some serious juggling skills! I’m sure my newfound confidence is due to Coco being less of a newborn and practice making perfect, but I can now laugh about how I was scared to death to leave the house with two children, and how now I can’t wait to get them out and go somewhere.

Well, I may have gotten a little too cocky with my managing two kids on my own skills. Yesterday I decided to take the two of them to Target after I picked them up from the babysitter’s because I had acquired a $17 coupon for Similac that expired that day. Anyone that has to supplement or use formula knows that a coupon like that is pure gold, so I had to go. I strap Coco into her Baby Bjorn (a carrier is a MUST for managing 2 kids), while Nugget insists that she can walk like a big girl and doesn’t need to ride in the “trolly”. For those of you that don’t watch enough Peppa Pig episodes to pick up on British terms, she means a cart. Ok, what the hell, I’ll give Nugget some freedom and let her walk if she promises to hold my hand and stay near by.

Yeah, so of course she runs off, and of course she tries to open every container of sunscreen she comes across, to be expected. Here comes the doozy though. Nugget is potty training, and instead of telling me she has to go potty, I notice a nugget size form poking out of her leggings that doesn’t smell too pretty. Ugh, she pooped her pull-up in Target, while walking around, when I didn’t have her diaper bag to change her, since I came straight from the sitter’s, and this was suppose to be a quick trip (like Target ever is a quick trip).

So I am dying of embarrassment cause she is walking around with an outline of a turd shape that you can see through her leggings. People had to know what that was, and if they couldn’t identify it by shape, then I am sure they could by smell. Sigh, this is my life now, people, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I hope you stick around and read about it with me.

Much love, Mama Michelle


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A Post about the February Funk

Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything, and it seems like I have come down with a case of what I would like to call “The February Funk”. You see, January is the time where you get excited about the fresh start of a new year and all those amazing goals you’re going to accomplish. Resolutions are made, blank planners with fancy colorful pens are purchased, vision boards and to-do lists are crafted. It’s the perfect time for goal setting, self-reinvention, motivation!

Then February rolls around. All those great resolutions and goals that you set for yourself are already gathering dust as life and reality settle in. When do I have time to go to the gym, read more, clean out that junk drawer/closet/room (there’s a lot of junk in this house)? The days did not magically add more hours to themselves. My paycheck did not magically increase for me to be able to save up for all of those expenses. And time. I just don’t have it. It is a resource that I am sorely lacking. And it’s not like I am doing anything fun. I wish I was so busy playing tennis and going to beer tastings that I can’t get anything done, but that unfortunately is not the case. I am busy washing the same baby bottles and pump parts over and over. And that stupid sink? What’s with those dishes that always find their way back in it? Or the stupid clothes that always find their way back into the laundry basket, demanding to be washed and hung up? It’s the same mundane tasks always sucking up my time.

I’m just in a bit of a funk because my goal setting and resolutions have not quite taken off the way I would like them to. It is only February though, and there is still plenty of time to get my act together, but right now, I just need to snap out of my February funk and charge ahead. One thing I don’t want to fall behind on though is my blog posting, so hopefully I can continue to find some inspiration to blog about. What are some resolutions that you are struggling with? Hopefully you’re finding yourself to be a lot more motivated and productive than I am, but if not, maybe a picture of my Valentine’s Day leggings will help cheer you up? Peace, y’all!

A Post About my Uncool Fashion Sense

So one of the first items that I’ve decided to purge has been my clothing. I’m definitely guilty of having piles of clothes on the floor, on chairs, in laundry baskets, hanging over the bed, yet still only wearing the same 7 pieces of clothing all of the time. My dog will sometimes even nest in my piles of clothes. That’s when you know that it’s time to clean that crap up. 

I decided to sort out a bag that would go straight to Goodwill and a bag that I would try to sell at a consignment type store such as Plato’s Closet, just to make a little extra cash to go towards the credit card debt. Now I’m not one to buy the clothes with the fancy labels, but I have a few jeans and sweaters from American Eagle, Gap, etc that surely they would buy from me. 

Boy was I rudely mistaken. I lugged this bag of clothes to two different stores for them to buy not. one. thing. Really?! 

So the first store basically told me that they were not interested in my jeans because mine are boot cut and they are looking for straight leg and skinny. Um, I thought bootleg was a timeless cut? I mean, we’re not talking bell bottoms here. When did boot leg become the new mom jeans???

I don’t know why I even bothered to go to the second store since their target demographic is clearly high school kids, but I thought what the hell. I’ll only lose an hour of my precious child-free time for them to sort through my clothes and maybe buy one thing. Nope. Dead end there, too. And I just feel insulted on behalf of my out of trend, old mom clothes.

So basically I am still stuck with this bag of clothes, and now I have $5 less than I started since I ended up buying my kids a few pieces from the kids’ consignment. 

My last ditch effort will be Facebook or a yard sale, but I’m not banking much on that being successful. I probably should just save myself the hassle and skip to donating them already,  but geez, I thought some of my clothes could be worth a little something! Nope, I’m officially uncool. 

But my leggings game? That’s on point! Probably because leggings are the new mom pants. 

A Post about Minimalism

So for post numero dos I thought I would discuss a subject that has been on my mind a lot lately: Minimalism. Now before you start rolling your eyes because you think I have just jumped on the bandwagon after watching one documentary on Netflix, just hear me out.

Yes, I heard from various sources (facebook friends) about this amazing documentary on Netflix called The Minimalists. Well, I’m on a break from work and I have approximately the time frame of a toddler’s nap to get this watched, so lets do it! What’s the hype all about? Let’s just say, I have bought in hook, line, and sinker. I feel like I have found a piece of my identity that I didn’t even know was missing. I am meant to be a Minimalist!

So what exactly is a Minimalist? What is Minimalism? Basically how I would define it, it’s a decluttering of all the stuff in your life that is holding you back from true happiness and peace. Whether it’s the physical stuff that accumulates in your house, or whether it’s the negative habits or thought patterns. Get rid of it! Free yourself up for more time, money, space, positivity, etc. At the risk of having to pay royalties to Frozen, “Let it go, let it goooo”! Purge!

Now I have never really been the type of person that becomes attached to things and has to have all the stuff. I don’t care about owning the latest and greatest gadgets, but like most people, I have still managed to accumulate a lot of crap that just sits around in piles and closets and just does not get used. It drives me crazy on so many levels. It’s not just about getting rid of the clutter of my house though, what I really want is to get rid of the clutter in my mind. I want to let go of negative habits, of relationships that don’t serve me anymore, of sabotaging thoughts. I want to take this Minimalist thing to the next level,  but first, I do want a clean house. I feel like once I get the physical cleared away, it will help with the spiritual, emotional, and mental clutter that is keeping me from being truly happy and satisfied.

Minimalism isn’t about giving up everything and living like a monk, but it’s about letting go of what does not serve you anymore. This is something I truly need to work on, therefore this will be my focus in 2017. PURGE!

Well Hello There!

So one idea that I have been toying around with for the past few months is the idea of starting a blog again. I dabbled with the idea many years ago, but in typical Michelle fashion, nothing stuck. You see, I am the type of person who gets a thrill off of the idea of starting something new. It’s not so much the hobby itself, but the excitement of starting something and thinking, “This is going to be it! This will be my newfound passion that will turn into a side business that will make me a million dollars!” My newfound “passion” might last for a few weeks, but eventually  I realize that I am never going to be a speed knitter. No one is going to buy my canvas of art that looks like my toddler did it. My fancy camera that I had to have? Still sitting there waiting to be used (although that one I do plan on getting back to).

I’ve always fancied myself a decent writer, and I definitely feel like I have things to say. Now whether someone wants to hear them or not, well, that’s another story, but the best part about blogging is that it’s a chance for me to have a quick creative outlet each day, with the bonus that it’s free! No expensive equipment to be stuck with when the thrill is gone. So before I run out and buy a sewing machine that I will never learn to use to make leggings, let me give this a whirl.

My plan is to keep these short because lets be honest, we are all busy folks, so I am flattered that you, reader, took the time to even read this much. Shout out to my one reader! It’s probably my friend Amanda. Hi, Amanda! Or maybe my mom. Moms always have to support your crazy hobbies, right?

Well, I’m still toying around with a theme for this bad boy, but I think in general there won’t be an overall theme, it will just be my amusing musings on life. Maybe it will be an homage to Seinfeld and will be the blog about nothing. We’ll see. I just hope you’ll join me and keep me accountable to this hobby. Cause I really do need a creative outlet to be passionate about, and I can’t afford a sewing machine.

Bye, y’all!