I am a small town girl who moved to a (believe it or not) even smaller small town as an adult to raise my family. My husband and I decided that we wanted to simplify things and raise our kids in the country. His parents said that they’d pull out some of their walnut trees to make room on their ranch for us to put a manufactured home. We excitedly agreed and were on cloud nine planning the move. Long story short here I am in the country raising two boys, keeping chickens, gardening, cooking, crafting and trying to stay sane along the way.
Before I was a mom and wife I was a typical twenty something out on the town enjoying my time with my girlfriends and searching for Mr. Right. I was a successful (I like to think at least) retail store manager. I loved my job for a really long time… until I got married and had a baby. I knew I’d wanted to stay home and raise my kids but I didn’t know how much I’d want to. My husband and I did everything we could to make it happen. I sold my beautiful SUV and I short sold my house that I had bought all on my own at the age of 22. I gave up a lot and have never once regretted it.
BUT… there is always a but right?? I never expected to lose myself. After having my second child I had a really hard time adjusting. For more than a few months I cried probably every other day. I had a two and a half-year old and a new baby that was colicky. He was NEVER happy, I don’t think he got happy until he was about a year old and that is still debatable. Its been hard making time for myself. I am finally getting to a point where it is happening. Thankfully my husband is very supportive and understanding so that makes things a little easier. This Blog is just one of the ways I am trying to take time for myself. I want this blog to document how I survived these years with little ones running around. From time to time you will hear stories about my boys (big and little) but they will not be the primary focus.
I hope that this blog will reach at least one new mother and give her hope and let her know that there IS light at the end of the tunnel because at times it surely doesn’t feel like it! I spent many many hours sitting holding my fussy little guy, who wouldn’t sleep anywhere but in my arms, surfing the web looking for answers, looking for hope!! I’m happy to finally be at a point to get back to me. It can be a daily battle though!