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

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

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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