I'm going to try to get back into blogging, it's just hard for me to get motivated.
I'm also a little disheartened by the blogging world. I follow a few bloggers who are "big" and boy does it ever seem to go to their heads. Not in any mean ways, but in a "I'm such a perfect mother, housewife, and woman" It just makes me sick.
Our apartment is clean, but cluttered. We have clean clothes that are folded, but rarely put away. Our bellies stay full of food that I make, usually from a box or mix. I have, just this month, found a few recipes that I wanted to try...and gasp only ONE came from Pinterest.
I live in my PJs (unless I leave the house) because it's comfortable. I could give two sh*ts about the newest fashion, skinny jeans are the dumbest looking things I've ever seen in my life...and color to them and it's just a new level. Sorry, I'm not sorry.
Pierce also stays in his PJs unless we leave, or he messes them up with food or an accident. Why on earth do I want to make more laundry to do if no one sees him but us...and we don't care if he's in the cutest name brand newest fashion for kids. He's comfy, he rocks the pjs.
I don't craft everything I see on Pinterest.
I don't set up my nice Canon Rebel to take posed pictures of myself and my child
I am real.
I am me.
What you see is truly what you get.
You will see my legs in pictures of Pierce, just about guarantee you they'll have pajama pants covering them.
You may see my feet in pics...you're lucky if I've given myself a pedicure.
Why don't you see pictures of me very often? Because my husband doesn't mind me not putting on makeup and fixing my hair, so if I'm not leaving the house, why? I don't need it to feel good about myself, my abilities as a mother or wife aren't dependent on whether or not I look perfectly coiffed.
I haven't lost all of my baby weight, I still have about 10 pounds hanging around. I don't really care to be completely honest with you. J doesn't care, I just had a baby 7 months ago. Pierce certainly doesn't care. I'm healthy, my weight isn't causing me any health issues. I'm not fat, I'm not ideal, but not fat. I'm certainly no supermodel, and never aim to be.
I'll be here, for Pierce's monthly updates...and any time I have something awesome to write about. But, until then, I'm living life. Raising my son, taking care of my husband. Not stressing over writing a blog post, what content will be..who's following, who's not.
I keep up with blogs I follow by reading them from my phone throughout the day. I'm here, keeping up with those of you who do write lol.
I am hoping to share a delicious crock-pot recipe for chicken teriyaki soon. I've had several people ask me about it, so what better way to share it than on here since it goes out to several emails.
Long gone are my days of trying to keep up with the Jones's, or worry about whether Pierce is ahead of his age in milestones. My son is impressive, just as he is, hitting milestones at the tail end of the month he is supposed to, lol.
I'm just me. Hope ya'll stick around for my sporadic posts lol
I'm also a little disheartened by the blogging world. I follow a few bloggers who are "big" and boy does it ever seem to go to their heads. Not in any mean ways, but in a "I'm such a perfect mother, housewife, and woman" It just makes me sick.
Our apartment is clean, but cluttered. We have clean clothes that are folded, but rarely put away. Our bellies stay full of food that I make, usually from a box or mix. I have, just this month, found a few recipes that I wanted to try...and gasp only ONE came from Pinterest.
I live in my PJs (unless I leave the house) because it's comfortable. I could give two sh*ts about the newest fashion, skinny jeans are the dumbest looking things I've ever seen in my life...and color to them and it's just a new level. Sorry, I'm not sorry.
Pierce also stays in his PJs unless we leave, or he messes them up with food or an accident. Why on earth do I want to make more laundry to do if no one sees him but us...and we don't care if he's in the cutest name brand newest fashion for kids. He's comfy, he rocks the pjs.
I don't craft everything I see on Pinterest.
I don't set up my nice Canon Rebel to take posed pictures of myself and my child
I am real.
I am me.
What you see is truly what you get.
You will see my legs in pictures of Pierce, just about guarantee you they'll have pajama pants covering them.
You may see my feet in pics...you're lucky if I've given myself a pedicure.
Why don't you see pictures of me very often? Because my husband doesn't mind me not putting on makeup and fixing my hair, so if I'm not leaving the house, why? I don't need it to feel good about myself, my abilities as a mother or wife aren't dependent on whether or not I look perfectly coiffed.
I haven't lost all of my baby weight, I still have about 10 pounds hanging around. I don't really care to be completely honest with you. J doesn't care, I just had a baby 7 months ago. Pierce certainly doesn't care. I'm healthy, my weight isn't causing me any health issues. I'm not fat, I'm not ideal, but not fat. I'm certainly no supermodel, and never aim to be.
I'll be here, for Pierce's monthly updates...and any time I have something awesome to write about. But, until then, I'm living life. Raising my son, taking care of my husband. Not stressing over writing a blog post, what content will be..who's following, who's not.
I keep up with blogs I follow by reading them from my phone throughout the day. I'm here, keeping up with those of you who do write lol.
I am hoping to share a delicious crock-pot recipe for chicken teriyaki soon. I've had several people ask me about it, so what better way to share it than on here since it goes out to several emails.
Long gone are my days of trying to keep up with the Jones's, or worry about whether Pierce is ahead of his age in milestones. My son is impressive, just as he is, hitting milestones at the tail end of the month he is supposed to, lol.
I'm just me. Hope ya'll stick around for my sporadic posts lol