Lucas Q P2

If you’ve been following my life, you’re a stalker! Kidding. Thanks for enjoying the ride. I left off introducing Luc, my youngest, into the Romo Clan.

Lucas was a few months shy of turning two when I was diagnosed with Epilepsy. As a family it took a toll on everyone, but Lucas became more of my crutch. Let’s face it, he needed me, but I needed him more.

Nine months after my diagnosis, we felt that I’d heal better if I didn’t work for awhile. It was a short term deal, at least that’s what I thought at the time. That meant Lucas and I would be together 24/7 and I was thrilled to be able to do it. Scared? Of course. What happened if I had a seizure when it was just us? There are a million what ifs, but with trial and error and lots of help from family members we made it happen.

In my time being home, I felt myself heal. I let go of the things that I thought I could control, I cut out people that didn’t have my best interests in mind. It was liberating. It was amazing. Here I am nine months episode free and The Romo Clan is thriving 💕

Forever never all looking. Boys.

Xoxo

Sunset 🌅

Life.Louis Vuitton.Legacy.

When I was younger, I went in between my mom and dad’s house. My dad went from various apartments until he settled down in Needville with my second mom. The one apartment I loved, which surprisingly wasn’t the one with the stairs I got to go down, was the one that was closest to my Godmother. I don’t know when I was baptized. And I wasn’t sure how she was my “aunt” but she somehow was always there. She was always Godmama. Heck, in my phone that’s just what it says. But that’s off topic.

I would get to go to my dad’s every other weekend and I’d love walking across the parking lot to see my Godmother. I would joke about when her man was coming (he was a cop and worked different shifts). We would get up early and set up to watch the parade. She’d take me to Golden Corral where she’d let me eat an entire plate of gummy bears without a so much as a laugh. You crazy girl. That’s what she’d always say.

I even remember thinking it was so cool that she worked at the old original courthouse. That she knew so much. Wow, that’s my Godmama.

As life progressed, I didn’t talk to my dad as much as I could’ve. Hell, I didn’t stay in contact with a lot of my family members. That didn’t change the love that I had, I just needed to heal my soul. Find my way. Find my path. Yet there she was. Always. A random text to cute little Christmas bags. It was the red lipstick and the Louis Vuitton. Her heart was so big and she was so charismatic. She didn’t deserve to get sick. She didn’t deserve the pain she was forced to deal with. She was supposed to be always.

The crying at night has lessened, but the pain is still too real. A simple text that I’d see her soon, turned into standing outside her house gasping for air. She left behind so many. She had built a legacy, she was the glue that held so many families together.

No, you don’t have lipstick on your teeth. You are my always Godmama

On her first heavenly birthday, I got the text that we’d be going to her cemetery spot and releasing balloons. But instead I laid in bed and cried. I didn’t want to pretend that everything was okay, knowing that it is because she’s finally free, but to me it hadn’t set in. I don’t know when it will. Maybe when I go out and buy those cheesy Christmas earrings that she wore so well. Maybe when I go to Louisiana and gamble like we did for my birthday. There’s so many maybe’s and what if’s. I could go on. But I won’t. I’ll sit here quietly and continue to pray for everyone. God gained an angel, but we lost a piece of us. A dynasty of a person. I love you Godmama. I’ll be sure the next poker night to take everyone’s quarters for you.

4/20/2020

Today’s a big deal for quite a few of my cousins, I won’t name names for law purposes (ha). But for me it’s a normal Monday with half a day of work followed by learning with a first and fourth grader. Honestly, I don’t know how essential workers are teaching their kids and surviving with work. I feel like I’m constantly drowning! So thank you for being essential and kicking ass at the same time at home with your kids.

Before all of this started, I honestly was debating homeschooling my first grader. He was struggling in school and it was truly breaking my heart. He would work so hard and his grades still weren’t good enough. He was frustrated, tired and in tears most nights. I didn’t blame the school, the teacher, or even myself, but I knew that he needed help. His teacher and I had a conversation before Spring Break about how we could both help him more to achieve his reading goals and I was looking forward to it all. I was super optimistic that everything was going to work out. Now, it’s been over a month that I’ve had to teach my little first grader at home and it has been the most draining and rewarding experience! Without a set in stone schedule, he’s been thriving so much! He misses his teacher and friends, but the balance of school life and home life has become a big factor for him. He’s reading better and even excelling in his math, more than he was at school. Of course, all kids learn at different rates, it just took a quarantine to help my muy guapo learn how to pace himself. So even though I can assure you I’m not teacher material, it’s made me so confident in preparing him for the (hopefully!) second grade come August. I can’t thank the teachers that do this on a daily and that have been providing us with all of the resources during these difficult times. If it weren’t for our teacher sending out information and videos, I’d definitely be questioning my lack of first grade knowledge!

Now, enough about first grade, how about those middle school fourth graders? Our school district is different and put my baby (that’s not a baby!) in the middle school before mama was ready. It has definitely been a challenge being in a new school, but it was going smoothly. He was making good grades and after constant bugging, finally learning how to slow down on his work so he wouldn’t make small errors. So how is it that now, he’s completely going backwards! He’s rushed through assignments and putting off school work and it’s driving me nuts! I’d have to say, I’m proud that there haven’t been too many tears shed throughout this time. Is it bad to say I’m ready for summer? Because I could use a vacation. Is that even going to be allowed? Gosh, I sure hope so!

Lastly, my tiny terror. My three-nager is driving me NUTS! He’s my last little and trust me when I say, I’ve done everything against the books. Everything that I did with my other two, it all changed when Lucas Q came in. He’s not potty trained and still co-sleeps. (Insert gasping Karens now) I know that he “needs” to be potty trained and in his own bed. But, I’ve just enjoyed his little long legs kicking me in the back most nights. I enjoy poop diapers. NO KAREN, I DON’T! But I don’t think I’ve ever met a child as stubborn as mine. He is as independent as he wants, talks up a storm and does everything he can to get his way. I’m trying guys, but this quarantine is definitely something to not complain about.

I’ve enjoyed hauling my kids to grocery pickup and late dinners. I’ve enjoyed the slow down of life. The long hair and last minute changes to bed time. Everyone can say that it’s a lot because hell yes it is, but this my friends, is what everyone needed. Even if you don’t know it yet.

Trying to stay sane

xoxo

Sunset

Costco Versus Sam’s Club

Hey all! February just snuck away from us and brought in March and boom Spring Break.

So here we are on a Saturday night watching kid chosen movies for the millionth time this year. By now I’m sure you’ve heard about the Corona Virus going on around the world. The moment it started coming closer to home, we became a little more urged to just ensure we had our daily necessities. Trust me, we aren’t ones to hide a surplus, we just need a monthly supply so mama isn’t making multiple trips to the grocery store! This past Monday, after my half day of work, I told my mom that I’d go with her to check out Costco. I’ve had a Sam’s membership since probably 2013. Having two kids (and eventually a third) I knew that it would come in handy. We’ve been sold ever since.

By going to Costco, first trip and brought my three year old, Lucas with us, it was already a big deal. I don’t do well with crowds and my mom normally just says “relax” so going with her is let’s just say interesting. We arrive and the parking lot is packed. No where to park maxed out and way too many senior citizens walking their slowest to get to their vehicles. When we finally found a spot, we quickly began to browse and find our essentials, chips, water and fruit. Not too shabby right? My gosh were we wrong. We ended up with water balloons, chicken salad, apples, dog food and mini tacos. There were no paper towels or toilet paper. There was no kind of water whatsoever. Even worse, the people were so ugly! Not in the “Oh he’s ugly type” but the “how rude” type that you can’t stand. So pushing carts was a huge problem, getting to the checkout was an even bigger issue and then leaving was just OMG! I was exhausted just in the hour we were in Costco.

As we were leaving I told my mom that I could not do Costco again. Maybe it was just the hysteria of everyone worried about the end of the world? Nope, my mom had gone previously and said it’s just like that. If you are a shopper there, I applaud you because I couldn’t!

Sam’s Club just suits us better. Maybe it’s the less crowds and niceness of the people? On a Saturday, we could take all three boys and load two carts of our essentials and still make it to the cafe for pizza and sodas. All without the going crazy and people pushing crazy carts around. Maybe it’s the ease of all the checkout lanes and the option to scan & go on the app. I couldn’t tell you really. I could say it’s because I’ve been a member so long I know what to expect. Anyways, there’s my rant about wholesale clubs.

What about you? Do you shop wholesale? If so, what kind of experiences? And if you don’t shop wholesale, why not?

Xoxo,

Sunset

So Close & Feeling So Far

The exciting moment is coming close, six months from having my last seizure. February 7th. Every time I’ve had an episode (as I call my seizures), I keep that moment in my brain. I mainly do it to help keep my memory stable. The unfortunate part, I don’t feel excited about the six month mark.

I don’t feel like it’s been six months because I still have the dreaded feeling, the feeling that I’m worn out and exhausted. The feeling of my body not being able to move. I don’t know what it’s like when I actually have an episode. I don’t have a warning sign when I’m going to have one, it just happens. I’ve been lucky that every time I’ve had one, someone close to me has been around or near to help me. But when I come back from the episode, I don’t even know what happened.

When I was diagnosed, the neurologist gave me a list of triggers that could help me from having an episode. As a mom, I looked at the list and chuckled. Oh less stress and more sleep? Probably not. No alcohol or strobes of lights? Welp, how will I adult without alcohol and an occasional movie? Not enough hydration. Check, check, check. I literally was a walking list of triggers. I did everything I was not supposed to do. And it caught up to me.

Now, they couldn’t give me a reason as to how I became an epileptic. But here’s a list and I can’t do these things I’ve been doing most of my adult life. As I started making changes, I started feeling so much better. I was losing weight, taking my meds, checking out hobbies and I was finally feeling like things were going to be “normal” again. But it’s been short lived. Luckily, I haven’t had an episode, but the lagging feeling of stress and overhaul always comes back.

There has to be a balance. This can’t be how life is forever. There has to be a better way. I just have to find it.

Xoxo,

Sunset

Texas. Oh Texas.

Living in the great big state of Texas has it’s share of beauty. I will be the first one to say “What is life without Whataburger?” Yes, that would be the ONE thing I’d miss the most about living here! But today I’m not going to thrill everyone about why it is Texas is a pretty awesome place to live. I’m trying to figure out how in the world Texas has the highest number of children’s deaths by being left in a hot vehicle!?

I’ve read and watched stories about how there have been 20+ heat related deaths in 2016 alone. That to me is scary. The thought of my kid’s being left in an air conditioned car is terrifying now a days, so how can any parent forget their kid in a shut off vehicle? What’s worse is that now people are coming up with inventions and apps that will help you remember to get your child out of the vehicle. We were supposed to have flying cars by now, yet we can’t even get enough common sense to make sure everyone is out of the car safely. Good job America.

I can’t knock every single incident, I know that things can happen. But everytime I see it happening and the media talks so highly of these parents.. “Oh they would never do this, they’d give you the shirt off their back” speech is such crap. No, no you can’t say that. For example, last week a set of twins were left in a hot car (let me remind you summers in Texas are 99 degrees+ daily!) and when neighbors saw the dad by the pool pouring water on the twins they went to see what happened, but it was too late. Hey, how about you call 911 and try to get a medical staff to try to save your kids? But he didn’t. The twins unfortunately didn’t make it. The kicker here, the dad was on drugs. Drugs? Seriously. I feel for the mother in the situation of course. And even Tyler Perry reached out to her to help with expenses. But the pain of this mother losing her twins will forever be there all because someone chose drugs over their kids.

Texas can be known for many things, from cow tippin to having the best bar b que around, but to hear of senseless acts like this, no, it’s not okay.

So before you go and buy all the new tech saavy car seats that will alert you that you left your child in a car, or pay $5.99/month on an app to remind you you have a child with you-be sure to have the common sense to look back. I check on my kids constantly (and I get to hear the fighting over toys in the back anyways). Open your eyes and stop worrying about your cell phone or running ten minutes late. Every life matters, including the ones in the back seat. Don’t let everything going on around you distract you from your biggest resposibility.

Have You Click Listed Today?

 

Good Monday to you all!

About a month ago, I started noticing signs being put everywhere in our local Kroger Marketplace. Then the brochures came out talking about this “Click List” option when buying groceries. Since most of my work is done from home and I go out mainly to shop or for appointments I thought it was a total waste of money…

Well here I am to prove even myself WRONG! Kroger Click List (if it’s available in your area) is a new and improved way of grocery shopping. Hate the long lines? Tired of your stinky kids adding stuff to the basket you didn’t have on your list? Yes and yes! Click List allows you to create an entire shopping cart online, reserve your pick up time and pick up the following day. Easy breezy right? The best part, you call to let them know you have arrived in the parking area and they come to you AND place the groceries in your car for you! So there must be a catch right? Of course, not everything in life is this easy. So here it is…the fine print. After your three FREE shopping trips there is a $4.95 service charge for the Click List service. Hey, at first I was skeptical. I could be saving that money and just shopping myself for free. Yes, very true anyone can do that. But what I have noticed in myself is that once I make my list, I order online and then pickup (with coupons and Kroger savings) I always stay in budget! Now, some weeks we may need paper towels or dish soap and that adds to our weekly amount spent, but for the most part I’m able to spend under $55/week on groceries. I’ll be letting my blog followers in on those secrets soon too 😉

Owen has gotten used to the idea of picking up groceries and now he just greets the carriers and we are on our way in less than fifteen minutes. It saves me so much time and energy. I actually meal prep better and I don’t feel so overwhelmed by the grocery shopping, loading and unloading with the kids and worrying if we will get a nap in before the grumpiness sets in! I’m sure everyone knows it’s no fun shopping with a sleepy 3 1/2 year old.

Have you tried it yet? What are your thoughts? Likes and dislikes? Also, if it isn’t available in your area, watch out. I hear it is coming soon to more locations AND when the holidays come, oh baby watch out! I know you don’t want to be stuck in the maniac stores the night before Thanksgiving!

A Little Town in Texas

When I was four years old my mom moved us into a small country town, Needville, Texas. This was where I spent my childhood. I went from my mom’s house to my dad’s three miles down the road from her.

I hit my teenage years and wanted to be anywhere, anywhere but that little town. So at seventeen, I was gone. Then at eighteen, guess where I was? A little town called Needville. It was going to be home for me. It was where I knew I wanted my kids to go to school. Where I wanted to have a farm and live with my husband.

But that’s going quickly, I wanted to give you an insight on this little town. Needville is tradition. Needville is finding back roads late at night and getting lost because there’s no city lights and sometimes not even a street sign. But with little towns, come lots of problems. One major problem this town faces is that on the roads that aren’t considered “city limits”are roads that are unforgivable. What does that even mean you ask?

In January of 2012, I was on my way to work, my eighteen month son in the back ready to go to grandma’s. It was a road I took many of times coming from my dad’s house. It’s a road that everyone that has lived in Needville has traveled on at least once. Williams School Road. As a parent, you’re prone to try and multi task while driving. This morning, that’s exactly what I was doing. I was handing my son his cup and in the blink of an eye I hit the barely there shoulder. Panicking I went to get back on the road, only it was too late. My little car was already flipping over in a ditch. From what Sheriff’s officers told my dad, I flipped it at least three times. A fence eventually stopped the car. I was able to climb my way to Dominick and get us both out. It’s a day I’ll never forget. And the words that the police officer’s told me always replay in the back of my head “These roads are unforgivable.” Dominick had not a scratch on him, only the burns from the seat belt, thank gosh. I was able to walk away with bruises and some scratches. We were blessed. I always say my Grandfather (who passed away when Dominick was only a month old) was watching over us.

I was a lucky one. But others not so much. I’ve heard and seen so many accidents down this street. The road is narrow and there are big trucks, trailers and even dump trucks taking this road. How is it that Fort Bend County can continuously raise taxes and NOT fix the roads that actually need it? How many lives will have to be lost or severely impacted because of a road that isn’t as safe as it should be?

It’s time for the tax payers, the every day people, the moms and dads, uncles and aunts talk to our politicians and fight for a change. You could say this is small compared to other things going on in the world, you’re probably right. But this little town in Texas, it has a community that bands together in tough times. When someone passes away or is hurt, everyone is hurt. When our football team goes to State, we all go to State. We are a small Texas town and our roads needs to be taken care of. Stop putting all the money into freeways that our tearing our farmer’s lands. Stop allowing politicians to get away with not funding where it needs to be funded.

 

Thank you! 🙂

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Mother’s Day.

We are getting towards Mother’s Day, well about a month away. But for me that’s already time to start the planning. Of course I also have three mothers, so shopping usually takes a lot of effort.

As a child, I knew that I could get away with making gifts and that was usually done at school. Then I became a mother and I realized that those are the best gifts. But now that I’m an adult, I feel like my mom deserves the world. She and I don’t always see eye to eye. Let’s face it, she’s my best friend and I’m her rock, but we clash like the titans!

Every year I’ve seemed to buy her a gift card to Lowe’s. (My mom is a huge fan of Lowe’s, like she could live there and spend her life just up and down the aisles). But this year I just feel like there’s more to the day. For one, she doesn’t like to be bothered. She says “It’s my day and I’ll do what I want”, so we basically let her be. But before that we give her gifts and set up a breakfast or lunch, etc. This year, it’s a surprise. It’s not a gift card, it’s not a homemade lunch. It’s a week long event of showing her just how much we adore her as a Mother Dearest and Nana.

Second Mama is next! Yes, I literally call her my second mother. She and my dad have been together since I was two years old. I’m 23 now! So yes, she’s another mother and even though people outside of our family don’t understand it, it works for us. We wouldn’t change things. Now, she is a tough cookie to shop for. Mainly because when she wants something she just gets it. But also because she is always so busy taking my siblings to their activities that she doesn’t do anything for herself. This year, my goal is to get her something that’s not just another gift. It’s something with a deeper meaning than some soaps from Bath and Body Works because let’s face it, she deserves more.

Lastly, but of course not least, is my mother in law. Well, last year I made the mistake of getting her an awesome gift (family pictures that she’s been dying for). So this year, I’m trying to figure out, what can even out due that? Probably nothing. Except for the chance of a grand-daughter. She loves our boys, but bless her heart she needs a girl. Let’s face it, every grandma probably does! With that being said, she just may be getting a nice card and jewelry because welp, a grand-baby, that’s just one you can’t come back from! Hehe 😉

What kind of special things do you do for your mom? Is there a tradition you have? What about your mother in law? Or is she a monster in law? Lol no judgements, everyone isn’t as lucky as me!

Sunset

 

Black Thursday?

There have been so much controversial talk about retail workers working on Thanksgiving… Well here is one more blog to wander on about it… But instead I will talk about my experience. (It’s funny how this blog is all about me!)

Since I’ve met Eric (2011) I’ve been one of the many to stop my Thanksgiving festivities to shop til I drop. It started out as “Santa” shopping, but now I try to do it to where I get Christmas gifts and even some stuff for me and the hubs. Now, let me tell you, yes I do feel for the people that are having to work because that isn’t right. I’m not one of those crazy ladies that fights for things or gets insane and put on the news getting shoved around. Oh no no no no. I’m the one that grabs the hubs, my sister the past two years and then myself. It helps with standing in lines and making sure I don’t react in the worst way. React? Yes, I have severe anxiety and let me tell you, it has put me in some bad positions (I’ve walked out of stores without my items, bad). Luckily, I know that none of the stuff I ever purchase is something I NEED. Everything is a want, therefore if I don’t get it, I’m not upset by it. I’ve met some awesome people and I’ve shared some words with others. But hey, that’s normal. 😉

But enough about how much fun it is. Let’s get down to these “poor” retail workers that are having to work on Thanksgiving and not be with their family… As I stated before, yes I do feel for them, I truly do. I always try to be kind (even when they aren’t), I make everything as easy going as possible, the whole sha-bang. This year my little team made a pit stop at the mall. YESSSSS. I had been doing this for four years and was looking forward to my first year testing out the mall. There were so many stores open. And even though plenty of them weren’t having sales, it was still pretty neat to be around and talk to the workers, see what different stores had to offer. All of a sudden, Eric and I see a Cinnabon pit stop. Oh my gosh, just the thing we needed. We hadn’t had any dessert and were starting to feel the sleepiness setting in. So we walk up and the sweetest girl is in front. She’s got the nicest personality and as we start to converse she continues to tell me how she doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving and her family isn’t from the United States. It was refreshing to see such a happy face. I stood there for about five minutes talking to her and even left her a small tip.

It dawned on me that yes, I do feel for the retail workers that are having to work, but you don’t know the stories of everyone. Maybe they are working Thanksgiving because their family is coming for Christmas. Maybe they don’t celebrate at all. Sometimes it is unfortunate that you don’t have any say and HAVE to work because it’s in the rotation and you signed up for working holidays when you started. Whatever the reason being, yes it sucks, but it is what is going to happen. People will continue to shop on Thanksgiving and retailers are large enough to make people work.

What are your thoughts on the Thanksgiving working retailers? Any scary stories?! Did you see the video of the Wal-Mart getting shut down. Now that is the most insane thing I’ve ever seen!