The Long Road

I never knew what life would be like after raising babies. I mean, I’d been raising babies since I was technically a kid. And according to my mom I didn’t help her with my siblings, but my siblings said otherwise in a conversation the other day and I won’t call my mom out again! (wink wink) Even if you’re the oldest, you’re considered a parent to your siblings. Or so social media leads you to believe. We always believe the internet. Now we’re off topic. I’ve been writing, but it’s been more private and I thought how unfair it was that I was leaving every single four people that read my blog in the dark about my wild life! So thank you and maybe I’ll work on coming back.

Our summers are consisting of Pine Torch blankets & movies in bed 🤩😎 Yes that’s Godzilla 🔥

My youngest is 4.5 and I sure am feeling the baby blues. It’s a really odd feeling because I’ve always known when I would be done having kids, but now watching my three boys grow up, which is amazing in itself, has just been astonishing. Where did the time go? We’re in the summer of 2021 and I now have a third grader and holy cow a sixth grader. He’s literally right at my height and I refuse to admit it to him. With the kids growing like weeds and knowing how to wipe their own asses, I realized that it was time I started to buckle in and grow up too. Like look for something more. Because obviously the mom thing, DIY lady, bookkeeper, administrative assistant & fabric representative isn’t enough.

Do you ever feel like you aren’t doing enough even though you’re literally spread too thin? That’s me. So in 2018 when I started getting sick, everyone told me to slow down. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but it’s just so difficult and I’ve found myself in the same place. The only difference is now my body just literally will shut down and I’ll fall asleep on the couch in the middle of the afternoon and miss things. Oh the battles I lose. I don’t think I had a real point of this, just a hey y’all I’m back. I’m working really hard on me, the family & trying to force myself to keep the classes in check and grow my adult life a little bit.

Ugh. On another note, the other day I was told by a former classmate how they were celebrating their ten year class reunion and it pretty much sucked because homeschooling and graduating a year early left me without friends, a prom and all of the “fun” things that I’m now missing out on. Please tell me I’m not missing out on anything and all the cool kids aren’t cool anymore.

xo

Love Sunset

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