All Done

Sometimes we get so focused on work or things that need to get done, we aren't realizing the time needed with our children. It was so evident to me this morning.

Today, I was brainstorming, problem solving, planning and working on website details. Cash William was playing independently and I was in my zone. Some time had passed and I was still nose deep into my work, and well, Cash was wanting some one on one time with me.

At first, I told him not right now, and that I was busy. 

It didn't register to me what I was really doing. Essentially, I told my nearly 2 year old that I was too busy to give him the attention he was needing. He doesn't understand what I'm doing. He just sees me glued to a computer, and that mommy is ignoring him. He came up to me, sate beside me and rested his head on my shoulder. I told him mommy needed to finish her work, like he is really going to understand that.

He got down and played some more. He brought me a toy and I turned him away. I was busy.

The cycle continued for a little longer. I found myself consumed in my work, and I guess he saw the same. This was the moment he decided he was all done with my work.

He came up, cuddled up to me, gave me a big hug and said, "All Done!". I said, "Baby, Mommy is working.". He didn't like that answer.

Cash grabbed the laptop screen and shut it. He then said, "Allll Done!"

Sometimes we need to be, "All Done" and shift focus to our little ones. Working from home is definitely a juggle I'm still learning, but the main reason my husband and I decided for me to be a stay at home/ Work at home mom is this blue-eyed little boy. So, I might be up late tonight to finish my work on my planner tonight, but watching him learn and grow is the ultimate goal/ priority for me as a SAHM.

Put down the computer. Turn off your tablet. Log off Facebook and direct your eyes away from your phone. Be "all done" and change your focus.

May Your Coffee Be Stronger Than Your PCS

Y'all, I ain't even kiddin'... this move is going to make me go bald (As if my hair wasn't already crazy with baby hair from postpartum shedding!). We still have a few months before we head back east, but it feels like there is so much going on in such a short amount of time, and doing it all while juggling a toddler. So, if you're PCSing soon, may your coffee bee stronger than your PCS, and remember your hair will grow back. Hopefully.

Sometimes I think, "Why did we have to buy a house?". Then I remembered it was the best for our family at the time- my husband, 2 cats, our American Pit Bull Terrier and myself; a.) you can't have 3 pets in base housing. b.) you can't have "vicious breeds" in base housing (nor do most rentals allow for them). That was nearly 3 years ago. Fast forward, we got pregnant, had a baby and our beloved Roo-Roo crossed the rainbow bridge. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE being a homeowner. I do not, however, love being a homeowner with a military spouse who has orders and it's time to sell the home.

We have about 5 months to get this home on the market and sold. We have a few projects that need completing. Trying to wrangle a toddler and complete the projects has been a huge challenge. My poor husband has done most of the work, and he was out of commission for about 4 days due to some pretty severe tooth pain. We pulled many late nights, and of course early mornings with the kiddo. I'm feeling jetlagged.. and we're not done. We still have 4-5 projects we're trying to finish up, most of which require my husband here to help.. so, we result to working on them only on weekends. Good news is, if we do ever finish, our house should sell somewhat quickly if the homes for sale around us are any indicator.

One thing making for a challenge is the kiddo's seizures. He still hasn't been officially diagnosed, but we have yet more tests coming up in early May. We have to get him diagnosed, or something figured out before the move, or we're starting over with a new place, new pediatrician, new neurologists.. and more headache. The good news is, he's been seizure free for about 2 weeks (possibly one small episode, but we couldn't tell). We just want answers, and less worry about him stopping breathing with some of the bigger episodes. I need some solid sleep, and I need to know everything is going to be ok... and I just can't without him getting the help he needs.

I made a mistake and tried to cut out coffee. Bad. Bad. Bad. Coffee is essential to functioning during the extreme chaos going on around here. No coffee= No filter (more than usual!). I've been rather reserved since living is this smelly, military spouse drama-filled town... but I can think of 2 times I've removed my filter. It's that time, we're nearing the end of our time here and my give-a-poop-o'meter is gone. I've momentarily reverted back to the days when I would just spout out what's on my mind, I'm pretty opinionated, and call people out on their crap. But hey, I own it. If I'm wrong, call me out. I'm not afraid to apologize if I'm incorrect.

Anyway.. I've got to find some stronger coffee.


Here are some cute updated images of Cash, he's huge now (Almost 2 years old!):