Category Archives: pets

Hugs.

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Hugs.

I am a Mother of six.

I carried five, gave birth to four, and love one unconditionally as one of my own.

I am not perfect. 

I am, on most days, a scarred and bitter person. I can hide it well…sometimes.

But on this very day, all that matters, is that I am a Mother.

I feel urged to write this to a younger confused generation, with too much information at their fingertips, not enough social interactions, and way too many emotions pent up that seem to bring anger and resentment to the world around them…

And not enough hugs.

We had dinner the other night with some family, and ended it with me bringing up the “Twenty Second Rule” of hugs…which gloriously ended in enough hugs to make all of us leave the restaurant with content bellies and warm hearts with big smiles on our faces…

Because it works.

But is not happening enough anymore in our world…we are all guilty of too much “me” time…maybe grabbing some extra Facebook time, or binging on a favorite t.v. series, or spa and gym days…

Don’t get me wrong, these are all essential for us to stay mentally healthy and balanced within ourselves…but some days, we may overlook something…our duties as parents…we need to put our needs aside for even just twenty seconds…

I challenge you…PLEASE…go to your child right now and tap them on the shoulder, as they are staring at a cellphone, t.v. or laptop screen….and jolt them out of this…

Tell them you need to talk. As they rise to go to talk with you, take them in your arms and hold them…for twenty seconds…or more…then tell them you are sorry…that no job, or t.v. show or phone call is more important than this…holding this child in your arms and remembering all those moments that brought you here…tell them you love them, and that they can tell you anything, no matter what…

Mothers…we come in all shapes and sizes, colors, genders and no matter what..our babies need us. Our duty is to them right now, and forever…

Today is a day for our children to celebrate us, but without them, there would be nothing to celebrate…So grab your babies/toddlers/teens/grown children/fur babies and tell them you love them and start squeezing.

Twenty second hugs are good enough.

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Taking The Plunge.

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Taking The Plunge.

I always thought I knew something about this. Diving deep into it, realizing I literally had no clue what I was trying to do.

It is very similar to dating. It needs to be a perfect fit. It needs to be submerged totally into the situation to be able to commit. To make it work. Otherwise, it will suck you dry or overflow with emotion.

That was me and my hot date tonight…

With a plunger.

I swear I knew how to use one.

After living on my own for a few years and my hubby traveling sometimes more than being home, I assumed I used one on occasion.

Not the case after scouring countless websites and DIY videos. After running to Lowe’s with my two little ones to buy a snake just in case my final attempt at plunging failed yet again.

On top of my fears of not being able to fix not one but TWO clogged toilets, I began my usual ranting and raving and discovered that my kids MAY have been throwing kitty litter in the one toilet from the litter boxes…

Well, well, well…

Needless to say when I googled that topic, it was not a good outcome. And the young kind fella  in Lowe’s who led me to the snakes,  looked bug-eyed and pursed his lips…then reiterated what I had already read online…

VERY bad.

Very expensive…and may need to pull the toilet out.

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 Not this mama.

I scanned the internet some more on the how-to’s of using a snake, put my Supermom cape on and used my ten-dollar snake till I conquered both toilets.

Messy. Gross. Disgusting.

Don’t think we should ever compare dating to the act of plunging a toilet…maybe some marriages or relationships and friendships after they run their course…but not dating.  They may seem similar, but I may be a tad on the grumpy side tonight after the events of my day (while the hubby is on yet another trip…not just for Utah anymore-see blog regarding Utah), so don’t take dating advice from me.

But if you are on a date and you are thinking this person may just suck the life out of you,  then run. Or call a plumber…he could just be what you were always waiting for!

FLEAS.

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FLEAS.

It seems appropriate to me after not being able to write for weeks now, to title my latest blog about the reason…Fleas.

I am hoping this will be short and sweet, but that could unleash some bad karma on me, as things seem to be settling down finally with our “house guests”.

We didn’t invite them. There was no party for them to crash…but they came in like gangbusters. One by one (maybe ten by ten), and slowly decided to take over our lives.

Creepy, crawly, or jumpy-  whichever way you look at it, they have officially ruined the last month or so of our lives.

Instead of thinking of something clever to write or something relevant to Karma being a “good thing”, I spent almost every free second online researching how destroy these little buggers “nicely”.

My husband doesn’t want to play “nice” anymore…he has had it. The kids have had it. Bites galore on one of my children, is enough to drive us mad. The feeling of them on our skin getting ready for the attack…insane…AND gross.

I refuse to bomb the house and expose us to any more chemicals, not to mention packing up every blessed item in our bedrooms, kitchen, bathrooms, etc. We may still need to do it, but I am hoping the salt and baking soda all over every inch of our  hardwood floors and carpets is doing the trick along with all sorts of pills/ointments/combing I can administer…the only bonus to my floors looking like a bad baking experiment or drug lord’s den, is the instant ice skating rink for the kids and kittens.

The feeling of bugs in our hair or beds is in our imagination, for sure…I hope…

We all stand around looking at the mess these little uninvited guests have done in the last few weeks…it is unreal.

My house hasn’t been this clean in ages, yet still feels so dirty. My vacuum is my new best friend, as well as a few drinks every night after endless washing and bagging things up to throw outside…will it ever end?

Apparently it will. From the countless message boards I have scoured, to articles online and friends’ advice on social media…they all sympathize with us, having gone through it, survived, and can now tell me how to do things…so that is the light at the end of this nightmare…

Maybe my next blog will be about giving advice on HOW TO GET RID OF FLEAS FOREVER…

But I won’t get ahead of myself…