Screen Time…


I am not sure where this mood struck me, maybe it’s the 4 children I have living under my roof. We have a lot of screens. I always thought I would be that mom that limited “screen time”. I am to a certain degree. It is kind of unspoken though. We don’t have screens, cell phones or Ipads at dinner. We are hungry people who focus on the meal and we like each other so we still talk to each other (they arent teenagers yet). My kids still play outside all summer so screen time is decreased tremendously! They never have a device in their face during those warm days. Nor can they find them to be honest.

My question really is for you all. What is the deal with the adults? I heard something the other day that sparked something in me. A co-worker of mine said people are actually not making memories because of screen time. They are relying solely on their devices to remember memories and store them for their brains. Could this be possible? I know I feel like it is possible. Our phones have replaced so many things.

I don’t even physically go into the grocery store anymore. That is a whole other article and it is AMAZING! Thank you Kroger Click-List! I am just curious, has anyone actually given any thought to not making memories because they take their phones with them everywhere and snap pictures of everything and they forget to program it into their brains?

I for one am a picture person. I love having them, looking back on them, royally suck at getting them printed, but ultimately LOVE them! Can I possibly be jeopardizing my own cognitive ability to recall certain events?

Asking for a friend!

I know being a mom of four children I am lucky I remember my pants some days. I pack entire lunches and forget them. I literally walk into rooms and dont know why in the world i went in there.

Exactly my version of laundry too!



via Daily Prompt: Abrupt

When you think of the word abrupt you think of your entire world moving or shifting in a matter of seconds….well this is at least what I think of. It is one of those pivots I have talked about before. These moments where nothing will look, feel, sound, smell, or ever seem the same again. This happens sometimes so fast and abruptly you have to see these moments from hindsight. 

Yesterday was one of those days you were reminded of the word ABRUPT! We were picking up dinner and we had our youngest son with us. We learned that a close friend of the family lost their entire home in a house fire. I was so very sad for them. I started to reflect on my own family and my own home. I was thinking of their three children. I was thinking of how they just moved in. They moved into their new home the same time we moved into ours. It caused me to realize that life happens so fast and we don’t realize how fragile we are. We are sometimes so powerless when these abrupt things happen.

I started to ponder what it must feel like to lose absolutely everything and have to know that you will be starting over again. I know it probably wouldn’t be so bad with a husband and wife. I cannot imagine losing everything of my children’s though. In a matter of minutes you have lost years of memories, hard work, time spent, and investments you cannot get back. Yes, I realize it is just, “things”. A house is so much more though. Your home is so much more than wood, items you own, and concrete. Your home is who you are, the memories you keep, & the person you have grown from. Now, unless you are like my sister and you purge every other month and do not keep anything from your childhood or teenage years. She’s a freak of nature though. I need to be more like her- less hoarder, more purger.

Bottom line….. Abrupt happens in our life all of the time. Without these moments life would be boring and never, “happen”. These good and bad things come as fast as they go. We as humans deal with them, overcome them, & move on. This is what life is made up of. All these long monotonous moments, short abrupt moments (good & bad) how we handle those moments, & and back to our reg monotonous moments…the cycle continues.

When You Find The “HOLE” in Your Holy Matrimony…

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Holy Matrimony….what the hell does this even mean? Like, is it “officially a Holy Marriage”?  Well, I am in constant assessment of my marriage and love life. Why?….. I have always wanted nothing more than to be a wife and mom. I was careful to find the man who adored me (most days). It was one of those things I had to have in order to be fulfilled and happy with the idea of what I had in my mind for my perfect relationship. It took me a while to get it right. I finally did and it has paid off.

Now, my relationship it is not perfect without any disappointments or hurt, pain, fear, etc. It is perfect in my mind because it’s a “working marriage”. This is what I see as two people constantly working toward making each other better and our life better together.  That doesn’t mean our marriage hasn’t had  what I like to refer to as, “relationship pot holes”. I have noticed there are actually “pot holes” in our life every where. What I have observed is that these holes are just like pot holes on an old dirt road. Pot holes are created by weather, seasons, and heavy traffic. If the water lays on the road too long over and over, a pot hole can be formed. Over time this hole can become deeper and wider. When there is more rain and freezing temperatures followed by warming temperatures, the hole grows.

If you care about this road then you will take the time to go back and fill these holes back up. You will fix your road. If you do not fix them then you spend more time swerving to miss the holes and damaging your vehicle then you do driving the straight and narrow. Eventually this road becomes so bumpy and hard to travel that you are absolutely miserable going down this road.

This is just like a relationship. We get busy in life, kids, work, etc. and we leave these holes in places in our marriage. We don’t pay much attention to them until one day we despise passing through or around this hole. We miss what was once there. We must go fix those holes. That may mean taking a little extra time to spend just talking with your spouse, making dinner together, going to bed together, or just making an effort to really ask how your spouse is doing and ask how you can make their life better.

Sometimes these holes get so large that you don’t know if you can repair them easily. It may take a lot of extra work. If this road is a road you enjoy traveling though, you will find a way to fix it. Ultimately, if you love your spouse and you want a good relationship then you will maintain the road consistently to travel a calm and happy path. If you don’t fix the road then one day you will have to find an alternate route to where you are going. It is all on perspective.

Happy Travels!

Parenting Without Prescriptions!


Today I just have to extend my sincerest apologies to my entire household. They are sometimes the reason for my madness and they are sometimes the “catch all” and they don’t have a damn thing in it. Today it was a little bit of both.

This post is literally just to make the hot mess parents feel better about their life. I literally feel as though I need medication to deal with my temper some days. Then there are days that I think to myself that it is no wonder why I act like a f*cking crazy person.

Hopefully this post makes those other parents feel better about losing their shit on a daily. I have this undeniable ability to go bat shit in about 2.5 seconds. My husband likes to talk about my lack of patience and I like to chalk it up to everyone around me acting like ass hats. I have 5 other people living in my house. They are my people….my family…the humans I keep alive. Well, my husband and I keep alive but,  more or less it’s my job. So, when they are lagging behind acting like they have never lived in our home before, forgetting our typical routines, showing their “Goldfish side”, I get a little hot! (Side note: I refer to my children as goldfish periodically because it is like one trip around the damn bowl and they already forget what the hell they are doing!)

Our 6 year old for example, God love him, he is the tender heart. He is so thoughtful and caring and when he feels as though he has hurt your feelings he just crumbles. He is such a dear.

On the flip side….. he is always is slow motion.

I refer to his speed as, “sloth mode”.

I cannot express the rate at which my blood pressure rises when I am getting this kid out of the door, especially in the morning before school! What parent would not need medication to deal with this behavior? He is not doing it because he is malicious. That is just him. He cannot help the way he was made but damn, he could sure as hell use a tune up.

This morning we had 20 minutes until we needed to be out of the door. Now, you moms that get this time crunch know, you don’t f*ck with the morning routine because we are literally operating minute by minute and have that shit down to a science. My CHILD, my precious, tender hearted sloth of a child, eats one flippin’ lucky charm at a time and to make matters worse, he will ask when he is done what I want him to do! Like really son….we have been at this shit now for over half the school year and you are in your underwear and your hair looks like you left that hurricane booth at the mall. GET YOUR DAMN CLOTHES ON! That is what happens next! Clothes! …… Now!…. Jesus!

Then my favorite part of the morning comes…..tears…because he is emotional. OMG! Then my husband walks by with….”my aren’t we cranky this morning”. OMG! I CANNOT EVEN! There you have it….That is officially when bat-shit mode takes over and I consider medication to deal with my life. (Not really seriously thinking on it but, the thought has crossed my mind. Would it be such a bad thing?)


Our 5 year old, well his little ass lays in bed until the last possible second. Today was picture day. All I wanted was him to get up, put his shit on, and I needed to get him ready. He was moving about like the 6 year old. He is just the complainer and the needy one. Does anyone else have that, “needy child”? This is the kid who cannot function without assistance and has something wrong with them all the time. They are the, my head hurts, my knee hurts, can I have a drink, OMG I have to pee, KID! Makes me crazy!

Then we have Ruby, she is 8, she is sweet. She is kind of like Lucas, the 6 year old. They are both people pleasers. She just can’t hear. No, she doesn’t have a condition. She is my, “huh?” kid. She can never hear you. You have to repeat yourself 500 times. Then, if she feels like you are getting irritated and she doesn’t want to piss you off by saying huh again, she will just look at you with that deer in the headlight look. Oh it makes for a very interesting morning.

We cannot forget our baby. He is almost 1. He is the spoiled one. I mean he has 5 other people in his house that literally cater to his every need. He wants for nothing….until everyone is busy. He is…UP …MY….ASS!  He wants to be held, cuddled, entertained constantly. If you don’t have time for that, well then you’re f*cked! He will make your life miserable. You can listen to the song of his people which happens to be a very loud battle cry that makes you want to drown yourself in his bath water!

I know, it seems as though I hate my children and I truly love them dearly. They are my world. 98% of the time I do embrace it, as my husband says. The other 2% I am literally calling them asshats in my head and considering a prescription to deal with my anger. Then I think, is it me? Maybe it is them? Maybe it is normal to have this issue with little people. They are little people after all. Is this what my mother used to warn me about? WTF?

So for the moms like me….you are not alone. For the rest of you who do not fall into this category….you’re a freak of nature or medicated. You are probably those people that wash your laundry, fold it, and put it away in the same day. I don’t understand you. You don’t speak my language. Go you though!

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(Yes, I call my kids ass hats. They are sometimes ass hats. It’s ok. I don’t literally call them that when they are acting like ass hates. I cringe, grit my teeth, & talk to them like a normal mother. I only call them ass hats in my head. If you haven’t called your child an obscene name in your head, you are lying!)


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Berner Love


Recently we purchased a Bernese Mountain Dog. OMG! She is an amazing addition to our already crazy family. We love her. I cannot say enough about this breed. I have had a lot of people asking me about her. She is super smart, very trainable, great with the kids, very loving, great energy, & a people pleaser.

I always had German Shepherds growing up, due to their intelligent disposition and protective nature. Now that I am adulating and created all these humans, I realized I needed a dog to fit my family. I needed a dog I could really trust around my kids who aren’t always so “aware” of their surroundings. Greta is that dog for us. Her parents came from Sweden and we got her from a friend. So we got the pleasure of meeting both of Greta’s parents. They were amazing with my children. They were especially calm and patient with our 11 month old.

This breed of dog is unlike any other I have ever had. I have actually had a few breeds and the Berners are top notch. I hope this is helping anyone on the fence about a friendly family dog they are on the search for.

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Why I blog? Honestly, I started a blog long ago for my kids and their everyday activities and it was fun. Although I loved sharing their little adventures….it only reached a small amount of people. So, I had some people that asked me to write about more real things and so here is my new baby. I will move some of my, “Teeters In Tot life” items over soon.

If this blog reaches at least one person and makes their life a little more simple, happy, or gets them through their day than I have done what I sought out to do. Enjoy my life. It’s not always glamourous or pretty but, it is mine and I love it….most days haha.