Home Based Business

I’ve recently started working again. I’ve done a little this and that over the years, but really having just focused on one thing and really strived to make it great.

Over the last few weeks I’ve been educating myself. Researching. Following guidelines. Getting mentored. Making connections and so much more. 
Being home with my family is my priority. No one will change that decision for me. 

It’s really hard to work on your own. It’s  really hard to not feel defeated. It’s really hard to make those contacts and have people take you seriously and to trust in you. To not feel like you are burdening them, or tricking them into something. I feel like if someone knows me they would trust in me. Know that what I am doing is great and something I believe in. Something that I trust. A business that I trust in. 

On that note, today I will not feel defeated. I will keep moving forward. Find clients that believe in this company and their products as I do. Those that want a healthier home. Those that want to lead healthier lives. Those that want to save money and shop easy and at any time they like. 

This is going to be great and I will keep moving forward. Even on those hard days. I will find the real trust support. In return, I will see the smiles on their faces. That will be my reward. 😀

xo

52 Hike Challenge – Hike 2

Friday I was able to get in my second hike. My Husband even joined me. I wasimg_5374 so happy. We went early before he needed to start working for the day and got about 3 1/2 or 4 miles in. It was so chilly and lovely out. Here are a few photos for you to enjoy.

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Can’t forget my silly socks for the day!  Hahaha!! 🙂

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Raising Husbands & Fathers

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I love this photo. I’m always worrying about who my children are and what types of adults they will be. I want them to be kind, strong, stable and loving towards their own family one day. To support and defend their family. All I can do is my best.

I love my 4 Boys and know that some days I really feel like I am screwing them up. I hope that isn’t the truth. I know I can be hard on myself and them as well some days. I can only hope that I have instilled something amazing in them. Something wonderful that others will see, so that people gravitate towards them and they are surround with love, always.  🙂

xoxo

52 Hike Challenge – Hike 1

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Good morning!

A few weeks back I broke my toe and metatarsal during the night, as I was going back to bed from the restroom. Lovely! Anyway, it is pretty much healed now. A few discomforts , but nothing to really complain about.img_5162

I decided once my foot was feeling better I would join the 52 Hike Challenge on this past Monday. Well, I did it! I joined on Monday. Educated myself on the challenge and am going for it. I had been wanting to do it for months and am so glad that I finally did!

First off, I love to hike. I don’t get out enough and this is just the little extra push that I need.

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My favorite photo of the day. Looking up at the big, big trees.

I don’t get out as much as I like, because I have a busy family life. No complaints here though, I wouldn’t change a thing. I just need to fit in more time for me, which can be hard certain days. I am fortunate to live in an area where I can find a great hiking spot rather easily at the last minute.  Woot!img_5168

Tuesday was the first day I had a hike planned. I was thinking a 6 miler up at the Land of Medicine Buddha. I have a favorite hike there that I haven’t done in quite a long while. Well, bam, I am gifted with watching my Great Niece for the rest of the week. No worries! I’ll just take her with me for our first hike together. So, that’s what we did.

It’s fun and challenging hiking with a 2-year-old. Challenging, because they are very slow and rarely do you get to do more than a mile if they are walking on their own. Fun, because they are so fun to teach about the woods and see the wonder through their eyes.

It was a GREAT morning hiking with her and nostalgic. I use to take her older sisters hiking with me when they were little. I can’t wait for the 4 of us to all hike together. What a wonderful day that will be!

I’m just so excited that I got my first hike in, even though, only just over a mile, I got it done. It was a gorgeous day and exactly what Madison and I both needed.  🙂

xo

Photos Are Our History

Good morning!☀️🌞😃 

This is such a true statement. I’ve talked to people that have burned, thrown away or tore up old photos. I don’t believe in that. I think that photos are your history. With good memories, or bad. They are still your history and something that should be cherished.

I wish that I had more photos of myself when I was young. I have one of myself with my father. I have another of myself with my Mother. Another of my Grandmother, myself and my Cousin Keith. A couple of myself while very young alone while enjoying summer vacation. A couple teenage ones. Now, a lot as an adult. 

I take tons of photos of my children. They hold so many memories for me. One day when they look at them, I hope they will hold wonderful memories for them and show them their history.

That brings me to another subject. Don’t forget to save and also print out the photos on your phones. I think thousands, even millions, of photos are getting lost each day, because we dont download them and print them out. What a waste. Take some time and do it. You will be happy you did. 🙂

xoxo 

Exhausted Mother and it’s only 7:47 a.m.

Waking up my chilthe_secretdren is the least of my concerns in the morning. Wanting them to leave with a smile on their face is a whole different concern in itself. Maybe I shouldn’t say concern. Maybe it is more like a need that I have?

We all worry about our children’s happiness. Well, I hope as hell you do! I do. Every single moment that I look at them, I want a sign that they are happy. It’s in me and I can’t help myself.

When I hear negative words out of their mouthes, no matter the subject matter, see a sad face, eyes watering up, I worry. Plain and simple, it affects me.

Last night I downloaded an app that allows me to “pause” my children’s phones. It simply makes it so that they can only make, or receive, a phone call. All of the rest is paused, until I un-pause it.

After putting it on my oldest Sons phone, apparently it moved some of his apps all around and jumbled it a bit. He freaked out.

A little background on my oldest son. He is the sweetest kid you will ever meet. He is loving, sensitive, honest to a fault, highly intelligent, if you are a friend of his he super committed to that friendship. I could go on and on. Not because he is my Son, but because I like to see the beauty in everyone and I just think that he is just an all around amazing person. Period.

He is also happy, sad, outgoing, introverted, smart, skeptical, trusting and untrusting. Just to name a few. When he is in one of those pessimistic moods, all I want to do is hug him. Tell him to smile. Ask him to work on his happiness. Remind him that he is so loved and there is no reason for him to be angry or feel defensive.

He is my one that I tend to worry about the most. The one that I hope that I am not screwing him up in some way. The one that I want to take any pain away that I feel like he has in his heart, and just make it all better for him. I try, but I know deep in my heart that I can not.

He was bullied when he was younger. This already sensitive soul, was bullied verbally, and it has affected him deeply. To a point that now when sometimes you make a suggestion of something, point something out, ask him to change something, he is super defensive. To the point, that if you ask him to not wear his beanie to school today, he feels like I am picking on him. Even though, I point out that he is super gorgeous, because he is, and that I just thought that not wearing his beanie today, because it is going to be 83 degrees, would be a better idea.

I’m coming to find out, that I just need to let him be. Let him be who he is. Let him wear what he wants. To be his own person. Which, I think I have been pretty good about, but I am still his Mother and always want what I think is best. Even though, it isn’t what HE thinks is best. I am truly finding that balance.

Back to last night and the app that I installed on mine and their phones to “pause” them. When I gave him his phone back, and it looked a bit disheveled, he lost it. He cried, explained why he was upset and I felt terrible. He felt betrayed. He felt untrusted. He felt like one of his lifelines (his phone that he reads on every single day) was now not going to be the same. It broke my heart to hear his words and see how upset he was with me. When is Brother told him, “it’s just a phone”, he went into how lonely he is and how his social life is not like his (as in his Brother that he was talking too), that his life is through reading and the stories that he enjoys so much. It made me so sad, but it made total sense. Especially since I know that he is still hurting from losing his best friend a bit over a year ago. She was having her own personal issues and just cut their friendship off all at once and he still hasn’t recovered. He hurt him to his core.

I called him into the privacy of my room for us to chat. Explained what I was doing. That I wasn’t invading his privacy, that I trusted him with all of my being, that this was to simply pause them, when and if we needed too. Frankly, because there are times when I wish their computers and phones were gone. I feel like they are too highly used and an expansion of their lives. Too relied on. I also explained to him that I never meant to hurt his feelings, to make him feel like I would be betraying his privacy, that I trusted him and I never meant for him to lose any of his reading, or music, that I know he feels like are a lifeline and stress reliever for him.

Once we talked and looked over his phone, everything seemed to be there. I hope that he went to bed knowing that everything would be okay and that I loved him. I really did feel awful. Being a Mother is hard sometimes. Really hard other times and amazing the rest of the time.

This morning, after he thought money was missing from his wallet, because he thought I had given him $20 last week and the change wasn’t there this morning. I reminded him, that I had only given him a 5 or a 10 dollar bill and not a 20. That would explain why there was less in his wallet then he was thinking. Well, before I told him that, he had already gone down the wrong path. This is a good example of the hardship that he puts on his brain and his soul. He is now upset, clearly. The whole house can feel it. I put my hands on his shoulders and asked him to do something for me. Not only for me, but for himself. To go on a mission. A mission to only laugh, smile, think good thoughts, admire others, make positive comments, to make a change. To feel good. They say a change takes 3 months, right? That it is scientifically proven. Well, I told him that. I told him to see what happens when he does it, how he can watch his life change before him. He grunted. He’s 16. I’m a Mom that tries too hard. Ha! Well, at least I try. I try only out of love.

On our way to school I told him a little about myself when I was young. I told him that when I was somewhere between the ages of 8 and 10, I did ‘t like what I was seeing all around me. Arguing, infidelity, drug addicts, lying, fighting, all within my home with my parents and brothers. I didn’t want to be like that. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to have positive things in my life. I wanted to laugh, smile, hug, have fun and bring happiness to my life. I told him that I work hard at it every single day. It isn’t always easy, but there is no reason that I can’t keep trying and doing it for myself. It is what he need, or else we will down in all the crap. That I strive to be happy every day and I know that he can do it too.

What it all comes down to, is keeping my children safe, hoping that I can help them always be happy and helping them in anyway that I can. I would do anything for them. It doesn’t change the fact that I get sad too. I get sad when I feel like they are sad, or lonely. I feel it all.

My children are the loves of my life. 🙂

xoxo

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Teenagers… let’s talk about being a Mother.

I have to say, being a Mother is one of the most wonderful and most challenging things that I will ever have to do.

Having a newborn. Easy. Having a Toddler. Easy. Having a young child. Easy. Having a Pre-Teen. Easy. Having a Teenager…. FUCK!!!!

I feel like I am always on my guard. Can I just tell you how much I don’t like questioning people about their actions, truths, intentions? I can’t stand it! This is hard and don’t ever let someone tell you that it isn’t.  If they tell you that their children have never done something as a teenager to upset them, worry them, make you questions their actions… they are lying. I’m sorry, but they are.

I’ve been a teenager. I get it. Oh boy trust me, I get it. The stories I could tell you about myself. I could write a series of books. Does that mean that I want my children putting themselves in a bad situation? Hell no! Does it mean that I am a hypocrite? Maybe. I do have to say though, that along with all of those thoughts, also comes with how our times have changed, and they have!

Times have changed since my Parents were young. They have changed since I was young. They are now very, very different. Mainly due to technology. Not the things we did, the needs we had, the escapades we went on and craziness that went on. No not that, that is still the same. It’s what we put out there. What happens when it gets put out there. How we handle what is put out there. When I say, “out there”, I mean onto the inter webs. For everyone to see. Good, or bad.

I worry about my children having something happen and they won’t be able to get a job in the future. I worry about everything that leads up to that. I worry about them having a list, on a computer, about themselves, that will follow them for the rest of their life. It’s awful! It scares me. Maybe they aren’t doing anything wrong and this will never happen, but that doesn’t change that it doesn’t scare me. It scares me to death. Especially with the stories that I have heard from friends and read on the internet.

All I can do is educate my children and hope, hope with all of my heart, that they are wise. That they make good choices. They they have fun, try new things, but do it wisely. Quietly. Privately.

I LOVED being a teenager. Oh man did I have fun. More than most. Haha! I’m not afraid to tell my children to experiment, to enjoy life. I also tell them in the same breath, to do it wisely. To be safe.

The world is a great place, but our privacy has changed. Not for the better in many ways.

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Sorry for not posting in so long. I get distracted raising 4 Boys. Yes, 4. 1 Pre-Teen and 3 Teenagers. I would not change it for one thing, even on the hardest days. I love them more than life itself and I hope that they will always feel that from me and know that in their hearts, even when I want to choke them and I cry, because I worry about them. 🙂

xoxo