Sunday, December 29, 2013

Our DITY Move...partially...

As many of you already know, we are PCSing from Ft Bragg NC to Camp Smith HI. This time around, I was very involved (as much as I could be) in the planning process. We will be driving our POV + U-HAUL from NC to CA and we will be shipping our car out of Richmond. We are storing the contents of our U-HAUL in CA. You CAN ship your POV from a location other than the nearest shipping facility ONLY if an alternate location is fiscally beneficial for the DoD. Here is a list of shipping locations and a few fun rules!

Entitlements? Who wants to know about those?! Everyone. So here they are:

DLA: aka Dislocation Allowance. You get this if you are going without your own household goods. It is meant to partially cover expenses incurred during your move. Chances are, you are eligible. How much do you get? Here are the DLA Rates (effective 01 January 2014).

TLE: aka Temporary Lodging Expense. You get this on your way out. You are entitled 10 days if you are moving CONUS to CONUS and 5 days if you are moving CONUS to OCONUS. Why is there a difference? I don't know. Although I don't have actual regulation to back this up, I don't believe you will get per diem (for meals) while you are in TLE because you are still receiving BAS aka Basic Allowance for Subtenance.

TLA: aka Temporary Lodging Allowance. This is only applicable if you are incoming to an OCONUS location. First, you are required to seek on base lodging. If you cannot, you have to get a letter of Non-Availability from the lodging facility you attempted to reserve. In this case, you can pick where you want to stay. Be sure to confirm that your stay of choice is an approved location. You can get TLA for up to 60 days. In our case, we are waiting for base housing. I am under the impression we will be waiting well over 60 days to get a house. So, what do we do? We find a place to live in the mean time. Speak with the housing office at your incoming location. They will be able to confirm for you that, as long as you REMAIN on the waiting list, the government will pay to move you BACK on base once you are offered a house. This is awesome news! Still a pain in the ass. But, in the military, what ISN'T a pain in the ass?

DITY Incentive: aka Do It Yourself (Personally Procured Move - PPM). You get an odd amount of money depending on how many pounds you are "doing yourself". The Travel Office will handle the details for the DITY move (NOT FINANCE)..it gets confusing..But, the travel office will be able to approve you for a certain amount of weight and will then give you the amount of your incentive pay. I don't know the exact estimate, but it comes out to about a little less than $1 per 1 lb.

A big issue we had...PER DIEM! Everyone loves per diem! I get WHAT? Plus WHAT? Plus WHAT? YES! As it turns out, we don't get that. Here is the problem. The DoD will only purchase you a plane ticket from your location to your destination. You don't get to choose the departing location. You CAN change your tickets, but it will cost about $36 per ticket to change. We changed our flight to depart from CA (rather than NC). So, we thought, HEY! We're En Route when we drive to CA! Its the right direction! Right? ..Right!?...RIGHT!??! ...Wrong. Apparently, since we are doing a DITY move, we are not eligible for Per Diem. Only Incentive Pay. It turned out to be about a $1000 difference (loss on our part). Damnit.

If you really want to get to the nitty-gritty check out the Joint Travel Regulations (I did, and although it was boring as all-get-out, it was worth it).

The GOOD NEWS? Hooray! I love good news! Doing the budget for our trip and comparing it to our expenses (Yes, I'm a nerd. I have an excel AND a powerpoint AND a custom google map) we actually come out on top. Quite a bit. So, I'm happy with it :)

Post regarding travel plans SOON!

And, HEY...share this with your military friends. This is all information that I wish I had so easily at my fingertips. A lot of times, the problem is that people just don't know where to look or who to ask...

Oh, ALSO! U-HAUL isn't as expensive as I though. For our weight requirement, it was a little over $300 for 9 days! woo hoo!



Sunday, December 15, 2013

If you like delicious things...

You will definitely LOVE this...

When I was in High School, I worked for a Nestle Tollhouse franchise for about 5 seconds (okay, like a few weeks). They used to make the most delicious cookie bars and would overprice them...for a good reason. I don't know what they were called, but I remember making a mental note of how I was making them. I'm sure the recipe isn't exact, but it works and it is delicious! This is usually a Christmas time treat :)

I am going to go ahead and name them... Sugar Cookie Cups +Plus ..plus...plus.

Ingredients:
1/2 normal size package of chocolate chips
1/2 normal size package of butterscotch chips
1 package (24) Pillsbury sugar cookie pucks
Some sort of caramel candy that you can melt
Milk (I think the original recipe used creamer)

Directions:
1. Preheat oven to cooking instructions on sugar cookie pack (probably 350F)
2. Separate sugar cookie cups and place each one in a MUFFIN tin
3. Place cookies in oven and cook approx 3 min short of normal cookie instructions
4. While cookies are in the oven, mix chocolate and butterscotch chips
5. Pull cookies out when your timer goes of and portion out chips on each cookie (probably around 1 T of chips per cookie)
6. Put cookies back in oven and continue cooking to full amount indicated on the original instructions.
7. White cookies finish cooking, melt caramel **To do this, I used a double boiler and added 1T of milk at a time until the mix was smooth enough to drizzle. Use your own judgement, but I wouldn't advise adding more than 1T of milk at a time. Caramel takes awhile to melt, at least in a double boiler, so plan accordingly**
8. When cookies are done and caramel is ready, drizzle desired amount of caramel on each cookie cup.
9. Allow to cool and enjoy!




Caramel

Cookie Pucks in Muffin Tins

Chips!

Finished Project

Oh So Yummy!!

Adrianna likes them :)



Sunday, October 13, 2013

Love is...

Patient.

Really? To me, that is bad news. This is not good. I am FAR from patient. But, I DO love my kids, my husband...etc etc.

I created this little piece of artwork, framed it, and set it in our bathroom. "Love is patient", it says. I told him that I think it would be a cute idea to go through the list in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8, starting from the beginning. We would work together focused heavily on each trait. Then, once we both feel that the other has improved a great deal, I would create artwork for the next trait and frame it..so on and so forth!

Well, its been sitting on our counter for about a year now. And let's just be honest, I don't think it is ever going to come down. I think we are stuck at "patient. What the heck?! Why am I so bad at being patient? That seemed to take too long to answer. So, I think in order to answer that question, I have to "know my enemy"...what makes me IMPATIENT...? Well, that is much MUCH easier question to answer. Pride. Selfishness. Greed. Laziness...Oh My Gosh. The list goes on.

So, how discouraging is this? I am getting the feeling that some people are gonna read this and think, "Uhm, this doesn't apply to me! I love my husband/kids/insert-important-person-here no matter what, without fail, ALL.THE.TIME....I'm gonna call your BS. I'm sorry. Good luck with that, seriously. We are selfish and self-centered human beings. I honestly believe we really aren't capable of perfect love for that very reason. We are in love with ourselves more than anything. Even if we wish we weren't. Even if we don't think we are. Even if we try really-super-ubber-duper hard not to be. We fail...

Ohmigosh, Liz, this is depressing and kind of mean...

Okay okay. THERE IS GOOD NEWS! :) (Oh really...??)

This reminds me of a sermon I heard at Living Stones in Reno. They talked about Jesus (of course!) and His perfect love for us. He loved us perfectly and sacrificed His life so that if we loved Him, our "trying" would be enough. He knew we couldn't be perfect, but thankfully, Jesus redeemed us and has forgiven us for being imperfect. (*phew!*)

In addition to this, in the sermon, they talked about viewing others through a filter. We will call it our "Jesus Filter". Jesus loved us despite our imperfections. And he loved us perfectly...So what I am thinking is that, if we make a habit of viewing others through our "Jesus Lens", that we will be MUCH better equipped to Love the way we are intended to Love. Although, we know we will never be perfect, it is a huge relief that there is some ounce of hope.

And THAT, my friends is very, very, very

GOOD NEWS!





1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Love is patient, 
love is kind
It does not envy
it does not boast
it is not proud. 
It does not dishonor others
it is not self-seeking, 
it is not easily angered, 
it keeps no record of wrongs. 
Love does not delight in evil 
but rejoices with the truth. 
It always protects
always trusts
always hopes
always perseveres.
Love never fails.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Behind the Glass

As I have done probably hundreds of times, I went in to shower and brought the girls with me. I set them on the floor where I could supervise them throughout the duration of my shower. I made this one quick, but when I shut of the water, I decided not to come out. I leaned my back up against the glass and slid down. There I sat. I pressed my face up against the glass and just sat there. There they were. Babies under the age of 2. Playing with the toys I had set out for them, slapping their hands against the tub and toilet, climbing on top of the toilet and climbing in and out of the bath tub. They took equal turns coming to visit me. They pressed their faces up to mine and slapped the glass next to me. I stayed put. They couldn't get me. In that moment, I couldn't decide who was the animal in the glass cage... Me? Or them?

I stayed.

It wasn't until the girls started playing peek-a-book with my robe, which was looped on a precariously hung hook on the back on my door, that I beckoned the girls to calm down.

Adrianna immediately came over to the glass where I sat, opened her arms wide and hugged as much of the glass as she could as she cooed, "awwww..."

I got out.



Thursday, September 26, 2013

Being Married to a Married Man

Ugh...this is a little venting I think, so it isn't as tactful or sympathetic as it probably should be.. But, its true, regardless...

What to expect as a military wife...Things I have learned.

I started out this journey 2 years ago thinking, "Well, this shouldn't be too hard! I AM in the military, so I understand what his obligations are." I realized how wrong I was. I realized that I signed up for something much MUCH bigger than I ever could have imagined...

1. Where will we live?
The question that all military wives will ask themselves every three years (give or take). Where are we going to live? Are we going to live on base? Are we going to rent? Are we going to buy (DON'T DO IT)? What neighborhood should we live in? What will we do for childcare. Will I be able to find a job in MY career field?

As a military wife, I am learning that this is NO planning for myself. At least no long term. No, I can't have a career. No, I can't open a business. At least not one with a store front. No, you won't ever find a promotable job because you will have to leave any job you find within 3 years. Well, what the HELL am I supposed to do, then?

Will we have a washer and dryer? A refrigerator? If we take ours, will they fit? Will the girls have to share a room? How much of our stuff are we going to have to sell? Will our neighbors be loud? Will they be obnoxious? Will they have unruly children? Is our house going to be adjoined? Will we have to listen to you-know-what every night through the bedroom walls?

The answer seems to always end up with--SUCK IT UP. Stay at home. Raise the kids. Clean house. Do laundry. Clean the kitchen. Un pack. Re arrange. Make dinner. Make breakfast. Make lunch. Watch every freaking TV show there is to watch. Find busy work and hobbies just for the hell of it. KEEP BUSY. STAY STRONG. BE YOUR OWN. BE INDEPENDENT.

2. Be Independent
Now, when someone figures this out, let me know. Shocking, eh? Liz? Dependant? Never...True story folks. I have always been my own. Independent little fire cracker. I did whatever I wanted without any fear of failure. After all, why would I fail? I was capable of anything! Now? ...I lose it simply when he forgets to tell me that he won't be home for dinner or when he is "too busy" too call me or text me throughout his day. Seriously? Am I really THAT girl, now? How sad is this? There used to be a day when I could care less. I had my own things going on and whatever "he" was doing was so inconsequential. But, not anymore.

Sometimes I feel guilty and THIS is why--I find myself WISHING he would just go away. Be HERE. Or be GONE. Don't be in the middle. Don't be wishy-washy. Don't "sometimes come home" and "sometimes show up for dinner" and "sometimes have to go in on the weekend" and "sometimes come home, sleep, and go back that same night". DONT BE IN THE MIDDLE. Don't be unpredictable. Be here. Or GO THE HELL AWAY. It is much easier when I KNOW he isn't going to come home for awhile. When I am SURE that I am on my own. When I know that I am going to be on my own and alone. I can get over it then. Because THEN I have no choice. It is what it is. The Army took him and I am on my own....I can deal with that. I can cope with that. I can adjust. And I am good at it. But this unpredictable in the middle BULLSH*T....I can't do.

3. Don't assume that you come first
Because, lets be honest. You don't. Not that he doesn't WANT to put you first. Its just that he CAN'T. The military (army, in my case), doesn't allow for that to happen. There are rules. Regulations. Lawful Orders. You can't escape them, and they aren't as lenient as regular civilian fair and ethical working laws. These rules and regulations allow for a MUCH more demanding work life than any civilian job I have ever seen. I will tell you now, he doesn't get paid NEARLY enough for the amount of work that he puts in. And its not just him, its most of these poor guys that never see their families, that bring their work home with them, that deploy overseas.

4. You married a married man
Sorry. You did. I did. We all did. We married a man who is first and foremost dedicated to the military (army).

And that is just the way it is.

You'd think I'd better understand the demands seeing as how I serve as a reservist and have served on active duty....But, I don't. And my heart goes out to all the women who are unfamiliar with the military and have to figure it out from square one. You are strong women. And my hat goes off to the women who have mastered the craft of being a military wife...

...I beg you to tell me your secret...



Thursday, September 5, 2013

Unexpected Tears of...

I am sure my indecision drives everyone who knows me MAD. Work. Don't work. Work. Don't work...But, I mean..COME ON! Am I really the only career driven stay at home mom struggling with this same issue?! My mother gave me a book years ago that her sister had given her. It is called, "Lies Women Believe - and the Truth the Sets them Free" by Nancy Leigh DeMoss.  I opened it up and skimmed through the table of contents and saw the heading "A Career Outside the Home is More Valuable and Fulfilling then Being a Wife and Mother". A stopped in my tracks...interesting...the single most prominent internal battle I have been fighting with myself since we moved away from England.

I began to read it and realized that this was something I wanted to share with my husband. When John arrived home from work later that night, I told him I wanted to share something with him and I began to read...

As I read through each line, I found it became more and more difficult to read. By the last two paragraphs, I was so choked up that I had to take a minute to gather myself before I could finish.

This is what I read (yes, I am about to transcribe the entire chapter..good thing I am a fast typer..also I have colored and bolded the statements that stood out the most to me)

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"Half a century ago, a handful of determined women set out to achieve a philosophical  and cultural revolution. Convinced that women needed to throw off the shackles of male oppression, they wrote books, published articles, taught college courses, marched in the streets, lobbied Congress, and in myriad ways, succeed in capturing the minds and hearts of millions of women.

They redefined what it means to be a woman and tossed out widely held views of a women's priorities and mission in life. Concepts such as virtue, chastity, discretion, domesticity, submission, and modesty were largely eliminated from our vocabulary, and replaced with choice, divorce, infidelity, and unisex lifestyles. The daughter and granddaughters of that generation have never known any other way of thinking.

One of the most devastating objectives and efforts of this "new" view of womanhood has been to demean marriage and motherhood and to move women--both physically and emotionally--out of their homes and into the workforce.

Women have been liberated right out of the genuine freedom they enjoyed for centuries to oversee the home, rear the children, and pursue personal creativity; they have been brainwashed to believe that the absence of a titled, payroll occupation enslaves a women to failure, boredom, and imprisonment within the confines of home.

Statistics indicate that the gender gap has narrowed dramatically in matters of hiring practices, pay scales, and educational opportunities--results that activists have worked long and hard to achieve. But what about the unintended consequences of this newfound freedom? Whoever expected we would have to live with such things as...

-pressure placed on women by their peers to "do more" than be"just a wife and mother"
-the status of "homemaker" being devalued to something less than a serf.
-millions of infants and toddlers being dropped off at day care centers before daylight and picked up after dark
-millions of children coming home from school to empty houses or being relegated to after-school child care programs
-mothers giving their best energy and time to persons other than their husbands and children, leaving those women perpetually exhausted and edgy
-families that seldom sit down and have a meal together
-children subsisting on frozen dinners and fast food eaten on the run
-emotional and physical affairs being fanned by married women spending more quality time with men at work than they do with their own husbands
-women gaining enough financial independence to free them to leave their husbands
-women being exposed day after day to coarse language and behavior and sexual innuendos in the workplace
-women who don't have the time or energy to cultivate a close relationship with their children and who end up permanently estranged from their grown children
-children spending countless hours being entertained by videos, TV, electronic games, and computers
-inadequately supervised children becoming exposed to and lured into pornography, alcohol, drugs, sex, and violence
-elderly parents having to be placed in institutions because their daughters and daughters-in-law are working full-time and can't manage their care

In determining our priorities and Christian women, we must first ask: Why did God make women? What is His purpose and mission for our lives? The Word of God provides women of every generation and culture with the Truth about our created purpose and primary role and calling. When we embrace the Truth and establish our priorities and schedules around it, we experience true liberation.

In Genesis 2:18 we fine the first and clearest statement of why God created the women:

"The Lord God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. 
I will me a helper suitable for him"

There you have it--God created the woman to be a helper to the man--to complete him, to be suited to his needs. Her life was to center on his, not his on hers. She was made from the man, made for the man, and given as God's gift to the man. Her relationship with her husband was the first and primary sphere in which she was to move and serve. Her husband was responsible to work to provide for their material needs. She was to be his helper and companion in reflecting the image of God, taking dominion over the earth, and reproducing a godly seed.

Together, they were to populate the earth with future generations of men and women who would love God and seek to fulfil His purposes in the world. The woman was uniquely designed and equipped--physiologically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually--by her Creator to be a bearer and nurturer of life. In a multitude of ways, she was endowed with the ability to add life, beauty, richness, fullness, grace, and joy to the family unit. There is no greater measure of her worth of success as a woman than the extent to which she serves as the heart of her home.

In his first letter to Timothy, the apostle Paul spelled out several things that had to be true of widows before they were entitled to be cared for by the church. In that we find a "job description" for godly women in every season of life. Paul honored older woman whose lives centered on their homes and who gave themselves to serving and ministering to the needs of others. The qualifications Paul listed ought to be high on every Christian woman's list of priorities:


"No widow may be put on the list of widows unless she...
has been faithful to her husband, and is well known for her
good deeds, such as bringing up children, showing hospitality,
washing the feet of the saints, helping those in trouble,
and devoting herself to all kinds of good deeds."
1 Timothy 5:9-10

Paul was obviously addressing women who had been married, in keeping with the biblical perspective that marriage is God's norm for most women. However, according to 1 Corinthians 7:32-35, woman who are unmarried are stilled called to be "homemakers," though in a different sense. They are  to devote their energies and efforts to building the household of faith; they are to live selfless lives that revolve not around their own interests and aspirations, but around Christ and His kingdom.

The Scripture is clear that the married woman's life and ministry are to be centered in her home. This is not to suggest that it is necessarily wrong for a wife and mother to have a job outside her home--unless that job in any way competes with or diminished her effectiveness in fulfilling her primary calling at home. Further, it is important for women to evaluate their reason(s) for working outside their home and to identify any deception behind those reasons.

For example, it is widely assumed today that a family simply cannot make it without two incomes. It is true that one of the unfortunate by-products of the feminist revolution is that our economy has become dependant on two-income families. However, that does not necessarily mean that families cannot survive on one income.

The Truth is that God gave to the man the primary responsibility to be the "breadwinner" for his wife and children. The Enemy has seen to it that it has become extremely difficult to function this way, but it is always possible to live according to the Truth if we want to.

I have a number of close friends with six, seven, eight, and nine children who have chose for the mother to stay at home with the children. No, it's not easy; they don't have a lot of material things many people consider necessities today. Yes, they make sacrifices--in a sense; but the sacrifices pale beside what they are gaining in exchange. in virtually every case,

-these families are content and have joy
-they have a netter sense about values and the things that really matter than do many two-income families
-they have learned how to pray and depend o God for everything from "daily bread" to college tuition.
-the parents know where their children are and are able to monitor and direct their activities
-the parents and children have close, loving relationships with each other
-they are actively involved in serving others in practical ways that many families don't have time (or energy) to do when both parents are working outside the home

Now you tell me--who is really sacrificing?

Even many secular women recognize the tension that is created when a woman tries to marry a career with a family. In an interview, actress Katharine Hepburn said:

"I'm not sure any woman can successfully pursue a career and be a mother at the same time. The trouble with women today is that they want everything. But no on can have it all."

Another actress, Joanne Woodward, agrees:

"My career has suffered because of the children, and my children have suffered because of my career...I've been torn and haven't been able to function fully in either arena. I don't know of one person who does both successfully, and I know a lot of working mothers."

In a fallen word, I realize there are some situations where the "ideal" may not be possible. However, realities such as the prevalence of divorce and single moms should not make us throw out the ideal. It should make us more conscious of the desirability of God's way. We must resist caving in to the culture. After all, it is the culture of "working moms"--at least in part--that has given rise to an increased divorce rate, more single moms, more affairs, more women on welfare, more teen violence, and more stressed-out, depressed, exhausted women.

As Dorothy Pattersom reminds women:

"It is true that many "perfect jobs" may come and go during the child rearing years, but only one will absolutely never come along again--the job of rearing your own children and allowing them the increasingly rare opportunity to group up at home."

.....

These women have chosen life by bearing children (something only a woman can do, I might add); and they are choosing life every day...

-with every meal they prepare
-with every load of dirty clothes they wash
-with every trip they make to the grocery store, to school, to the dentist, to piano lessons, to soccer practice, or to the shoe store
-with every scraped knee they bandage
-with every encouraging word they speak
-with every night hour they spend rocking a sick or scared child
-with every dispute they arbitrate
-with every moment they spend building Legos, coloring, helping with math problems, reading a Bible story, or listening to a husband or child describe his day
-with every moment they spend interceding for the spiritual growth and protection of their family

Day in and day out, they are building a home; they are being life-givers; they are laying a foundation and building a memorial that will outlive them for generations to come; they are honoring thei Creator in the greatest possible way."
____________________________________


Now that my fingers are killing me....

Elisabeth Elliot writes,

"'You mean that's all you do? That's all?' As a mother, Your life is given to taking care of people, small ones to begin with, whose wants never seem to cease. Sometimes when your days seem to be wholly taken up with wiping things, dishes and sinks, little runny noses and big, slow tears, you wonder about what fulfilment is supposed to mean for you. You wonder about being, besides the perfect wife and mother the hostess with the mostest, creative, intellectually productive, beautiful, and slowly your dreams seem to evaporate."

This really sticks out to me because this is a prefect example of what, I am sure, lots of new SAHMs go through in their heads.

I think people believe this is an easy answer..."Well, what do you WANT to do?" That is a hard question, and I don't think it has anything to do with what I WANT to do. I think it has to do with what brings JOY and why. Being a SAHM really doesn't sound glamorous. But, I do understand that, although society tends to look down on SAHMs, it is truly a privilege. It is a blessing that my husband provides enough for the family that I don't HAVE to work. Not only that, but it is a HUGE blessing that my husband is so encouraging of me staying home. Although this makes it hard for me to pitch my reasons for wanting to go back to work.

This chapter made me cry. I have yet to figure out exactly WHY.

If you ask me what I want, this is my answer, "I WANT to make up my mind. I WANT to be unapologetic and proud of my decision. I WANT to be joyful. I WANT my husband to be happy with my decision. I WANT my children to benefit from my decision."

And how ironic is this that this morning, knowing I wanted to write on this particular subject today, I find a job offer at Ft Bragg waiting in my Inbox. I replied that I was moving to Hawaii. He replied and CC'd their rep in Hawaii who offered two more positions...Lovely.







“Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Here is a GREAT video that Andrea shared with me...It is done by the wife of her church's pastor, Rachel, at a women's conference.


Wednesday, July 31, 2013

My TravelBlog

As requested, this will not be a post about my recent trip to Hawaii. It will not be about meeting the Turtle Guardian's up on the North Shore. It won't be about how it is actually not possible to drive all the way around the island. It will not be about the Stairway to Heaven (Haiku Stairs) or the Sugar Mill ruins or the Boys Convalescent Home. It will not be about binge drinking or laying on the beach. It will not be about how amusing "Beetroot" sounds in the Queen's English.

This is about getting into uniform vs. getting dressed at all. Celebrating a job well done vs. celebrating the ABC's. Listening to the Top 40 vs. listening to Pandora's Toddler Radio. Coming and going vs. diaper bags and strollers. Being appreciated for a job well done vs. a thankless job well done.

For the last two weeks (give or take) I got to be, as my dad so nicely put it, a professional. I suppose that is true. I did put on a uniform and report for duty day after day after day. I got to leave work every night with no responsibility except that I had to show up on time the next morning. That's not incredibly difficult. As much as I missed the little ones and as much as I missed John, I really enjoyed going to work. I enjoyed socialising and learning. It was mentally stimulating; something I have been missing for a couple years now.

I have always been the "career" type. I thrive off achievement and possibly even off over-achievement. I thrive off of perfect. Every. Thing. I. Do. Must. Be. PERECT. I have worked hard to get perfect grades. I got my degree in 4 years while working for Uncle Sam full time. I networked, I learned, I trained. I set myself up for perfect success. To what? Stay at home?

What an argument to make. John, on the other hand, would do anything for me to stay at home all day everyday doing a thankless job that isn't and can NEVER be perfect (which is actually kind of depressing for me since this is the ONLY thing I do day in and day out). Not that he doesn't support my goals, he does. Its just that he likes to have me home. Fair enough. I clean. I do laundry. I care for the kids. And if he's lucky, I'll cook. And if I'm lucky, he'll eat it!

How selfish is all of this? Or is it? I worked hard for a reason. And I honestly didn't work hard to stay at home and let my mind waste away. Sure, I could read lots and lots of books. But I don't even think I could do that! Who can read constantly interrupted with Toddler Radio and chattering or whining babies in the background? I am hoping that working (which I will most certainly consider "me time") will be a big help. Maybe it will bring me that satisfaction of achievement so that I am not so worried about whether the dishes are on the left or right side of the sink. I will have reached my personal achievement for the day and I will savour and cherish every minute with the family. instead of getting angry with everyone for undoing everything I have done for the day...that would be ideal.

I am essentially just confused about what I want to do. And, hopefully, when we get to Hawaii, I will be able to figure it out. If I can work the same hours as John I won't be taking away time from him. The girls would be in CDC which, from my tour, is a pretty structured environment. We'd have a little more saving money. And I would get the satisfaction of achieving SOMETHING on a daily basis. Learning SOMETHING on a daily basis. Getting out of the house...etc...all the benefits. So, when we get where we're going, I will give it a shot. And maybe I will fail miserably. And if its too difficult to be without babies 24/7, I will stop working. It really is as simple as that.

I have lived my life as a problem solver. Always making sure that if one door closes I have about 80 more that I can go through. I have tried to balance everything so that I have to make minimal sacrifices and still have it all...that is what I intend on doing...however I do it.

I am a mother. I am a wife...but I am still ME. And its time for me to recognize this and do something about it.





Monday, July 15, 2013

Nobody takes you seriously when...

Normally, when I walk in a crowded area, people tend to move out of my way. I dont think it is because I look mean or whatever. I just think I walk really fast and stare straight ahead, so people naturally move out of my way. I never really thought about this until today. I get to travel alone and I decided I would be clever and bring a pillow and a blanket for the flight (it has greatly benefited me thus far). And all of a sudden, nobody moves. Nobody avoids my path. Nobody even sees me. I think that carrying around a  pillow and blanket makes me look lost, and vulnerable. And nobody cares. So fine. It isnt a big deal by any means, I just think that people dont take The Pillow seriously. Fine.



It has been a long travel day. I spent the night at the USO in Raleigh where they graciously posted a sticky note to my recliner so the Voluteer working that night would remember to wake me up. The chances that I was actually going to fall asleep were low, but they were so eager to be helpful, I couldnt  let them down. Either way, I got up at about 0345 and got ready and went to check into the flight(s).

Turns out, SATO never actually booked my flights because they had the wrong expiration date for my GTCC. Probably my fault. I wasnt panicked at all because if I didnt get a flight today Id get to see and surprise John tonight when he arrives back in NC! That would have been fun! :)

But, being a good navy girl, I called the number on my orders and had flights booked within 5 min. Same flights, more or less. So no biggy. First flight from Raleigh to Charlotte was short. Too short. I wish it had lasted a couple hours more because the flight was empty and I was able to sprawl out (and by that I mean I was able to curl up enough so my feet didnt hang off) accross all three seats. The plane looked brand new!! The little service lights were a subtle pleasing blue color, the seats didnt have nast butt prints or grease stains, and the trays and carpet were spotless! 

We arrived in Charlotte where they forced me off the plane even though I was styaing on it for my next flight. Cant they just clean around me and let me sleep? Rude. lol Flight to Phoenix (hooray, I spelled that right on my first try this time!) was fine but FULL and I was in a middle seat. Sigh. But the guy to my right was ubber skinny and slept the whole time, and the lady to my left was elderly an so stinkin nice. I actually enjoyed talking to her. And for those that know me well enough, I dont really enjoy random conversation. I know. Im a brat. Is it weird that I dont like random conversations but I like to blog? Whatever.

Now I am sitting at the USO in Pheonix enjoying a free meal and not enjoying Prickly Pear Chocolate (gross, AZ, gross). 

HAWAII BOUND! ALOHA FOR NOW!

Friday, July 12, 2013

Gratitude


Well I am not sure who to thank first? My Mother (it is her birthday today!) for being the best, EVER! My Husband (pampered me today to an ALL DAY Spa Day as an anniversary gift) for being the best, EVER! Or Candice (who watched the girls ALL DAY today so I could go be selfish and get pampered) for being the best, EVER!

Lets start with the woman who brought me into being. Because, of course, she is to thank for pretty much everything in my life!

Dear Mom,
I just want you to know, on this very special day, that you are my angel. You are my hero. You are everything I hope to be as a mother. You are a strong woman. You support your husband with a humble yet sturdy heart. Your love for your children is unwavering, no matter what dumb things we may have done to break your heart. You not only raised me..you LOVED me. And you showed me what love really meant. What it meant to be good person. What is meant to make good decisions. And you were there to let me know what it meant when I made bad decisions, too. Being a new mother, I can only imagine how hard those moments must have been for you. But you did it anyway, and without hesitation. You are the kind of women I hope to one day be. And I hope with all my being that my little girls will look up to me the way I look up to you.
Love,
Your (one and only) Daughter

My Loving Husband,
You never stop surprising me. No matter how far away you are, you always seem to know what I need and when I need it. Even if it is against my will sometimes. I want to thank you for being so patient with me over the past two years of marriage (plus a few months before it). You have been so graciously loving and caring, even though I know I didn't always make it easy for you. I want to thank you for reminding me that I am not ONLY a mother but that I am a women. A women that deserves to be taken care of. A women that deserves to feel pretty...to BE pretty. You are an amazing AMAZING man...And I love you very much. I cannot wait to see what life throws at us next (because...who are we kidding, things are THROWN with aggression, not handed over nicely)
Much Love,
Your Wife!

My Dear Friend Candice,
What can I say? I didn't think I would be able to make friends here. At least not one like you! I am so glad you happened to be my neighbour! And that you happened to have a little princess, too! There is something very special about making a real friend. As we both know, those don't come around very often. You have been ever so willing to help out when we are in need (which seems to happen often), even when you probably don't actually want to. Thank you for being so gracious and loving as a friend. Thank you for your words of encouragement as well as your words of honesty. I know I can count on a true opinion even if I am not going to like the answer...I am going to miss you and your little one! But, hey, who DOESN'T want to vacation in Hawaii!?
Love,
Your Pesky Neighbour.




These arrived at the spa during my lunch!


Thursday, July 11, 2013

A Dog...Exactly That.



I honestly believe that it is important that, if you want an animal, you should get an animal well BEFORE you have children. Why, you ask? Because, before children, your animal is, essentially, your child. Other than yourself, that animal is the only other living creature that consistently has your full attention and love. You will do anything for your animal (lets just say dog?). Take your dog everywhere. Spoil it. Love it. Let is sleep with you on the couch, or in/on the bed! Bathe it regularly, play with it ALL the time, take it on walks…Well, guess what? Those are all things you do when you pay attention to your own children. You love them unconditionally, you put up with all the yucky stuff because they are oh so worth it and oh so cute! You bathe them daily, you spoil them, you take them on walks, they go with you EVERYWHERE…and, in a baby carrier/Bjorn, they are essentially like one of those tiny little puppies in a puppy purse…Its the same idea. Except kids are way better than dogs..obviously..

When you have a child PRE-dog, the dog is just that. A dog. A dog that doesn't need your undivided attention and doesn't need to be spoiled from sun up to sun down. A dog can be outside in the rain and get scolded for ANY mess that it makes…A dog is a dog. They have survived in the wild for a few thousand years (or whatever) and they will be JUST fine..

But thats just it; dogs, I believe, DO need all that love and attention as if they were your child.

That is why we should have gotten a cat.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

How to be me..? Right.

So, I was sitting down writing a "guidebook" for the girls (+dog) and the house. I am going out of town  for a couple weeks and we flew my wonderful and lovely mother out to care for the kiddos, the house, and (I suppose) to feed my husband ;) . After I finished writing, I thought it was rather interesting how easy it was to write down all the little details about the average day. Thought it might make for an interesting blog post...not to mention I am watching Adrianna purposely fling herself off the couch, crashing onto the ground, and laughing hysterically. Or maybe she is doing that weird laugh where she should probably be crying but instead she is laughing like she is clinically insane..This started a couple days ago and, to be honest, it kind of freaks me out.

Anyway...the day (and a couple funny videos). Sidebar: I kind of think that telling someone else how to care for your children is like asking your mother how she makes "that one dish". Mom does her best to write down every important detail..but there is something about a mother's touch...Lets be honest though, after reading the directions, it doesn't sound that hard, does it?



Poppy

Food: Fill bowl in the morning. That should last all day.

Water: Normally I fill it fresh every morning

Crate: Fully crate trained. Feel free to put her in her crate for any reason. I have had her in there for about 8 hrs (other than sleep) if I am out of the house.

Bathroom: First thing in the morning, two more times during the day, and right before bed. I just let her out and, ALMOST always, she will come back to the door within 5 min or less. In the mornings, I will usually let her out before I get the girls. I will get the girls changed and dressed and then let Poppy back in the house to eat.



Rebecca

Food: 8oz 3x a day (usually first thing in the morning, after her morning nap, and around 6pm). 1-2 jars of food a day. Feed whenever. She can eat fruits through her “fruit mesh feeder” and some are soft enough to eat without it. She will also gnaw on soft veggies or bread.

Drink: She can have water or VERY watered down juice

Sleep: Wakes up between 0730-0830. Goes down for a nap between 1030-1130 and sleeps for a couple hours and down at about 1600 for another nap. She goes to bed between  1930-2000

Bathroom: She doesn’t poop every day. She wears “nighttime diapers” (in the closet) for overnight (heavy wetter)

Hygiene: Bathe every day or every other. Clean ears often (she gets lots of wax) and brush teeth. It is MUCH easier to bathe her in the sink. She has a lot of trouble with water going over her face and head and she thinks she is choking. So I find it easier when I can control the strength of the stream.

Behavior Notes: She has been having trouble falling asleep so I have been giving her some cuddle time before I put her down. I think she might be teething. She loves her jumper. Also, if she is upset, the dog usually makes her happy right away.



Adrianna                                                                                                                                    

Food: Eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sometimes she skips lunch because of a nap so I just give her a snack before dinner.

Drink: Milk for breakfast and juice/water throughout the day.

Sleep: Wakes between 0830-0930 and naps at the same times as Rebecca. Naps are not required, but they are suggested.

Bathroom: She poops at least once a day and is learning to notify when she is about to or is going poop. Take her to the potty seat if you want to!

Hygiene: Bath daily or every other. She LOVES to brush her teeth throughout the day. She also loves to clean her ears. She likes to bathe in the sink, too. But it really doesn’t matter. Whatever is easier for you.

Behavior Notes: Pacifier is only if she is lying down or going to sleep. She sits in a normal chair and should ask permission to be excused before she gets up. She likes to ask for a napkin and will clean her hands, face, and table. If you are cooking or prepping, she shouldn’t be in the kitchen. She can normally clean up after herself and can clean up her own room (more or less). If you tell her something is “rubbish” she will throw it away. She will also put dishes in the sink. Sometimes she gets confused between the sink and the trash, so keep an eye out for things in that trash that shouldn’t be there. She will probably follow you everywhere and shut all the doors in the house. I have little kid movies you can put on for her if you want to. She doesn’t like veggies but she will eat the mixed veggie baby food that I give Rebecca. She will eat green beans, corn, and sometimes broccoli and cauliflower. She LOVES: fruit, eggs, goldfish, string-cheese, milk, juice, raspberries, blueberries, popcorn, and toast.



The House

Will be clean upon your arrival

Trash goes out on Tuesdays

Turn AC off if unneeded











Sunday, July 7, 2013

Differences Between The First Child and The Second

I know I am practically SPAMMING your FB and E-mail with two (now three) posts today....sssoooryyy. But, if you appreciate humor as much as I do...read on and carry on...This post is so RIGHT ON that I can't help but share it..

I love my kids :)


15 Differences Between The First Child and The Second


1. Celebrating
-The first child: When we were expecting our first child, people celebrated me as though no woman had ever had a baby before. I was showered with gifts and attention by family, friends, family friends and friends of family friends’ dogs. Upon arrival of the baby, visitors crowded the waiting room and lined up around the block. You have never seen so many homemade lasagnas in your life.
-The next one: Umm…where did everybody go?

2. Documentation
-Your first child: Photo documentation began before my pregnant belly was even visible and continued weekly (more like daily) throughout the first two years of our daughter’s life on the outside.
-The next one: Any pictures that captured my second pregnancy were inadvertent until near the end, when we decided we had better take a few shots on purpose just to prove it happened.

3. Illness
-The first child: The baby was sniffle free her whole first year of life.
-The next one: Due to the infectiousness of her older sibling, now in preschool, the baby has had a runny nose since the week after her birth. She can see us coming with the snot sucker from across the room and it takes all three of us to hold her down to use it.

4. Time Management
-The first child: There was no time to do anything but care for the baby. Outings were carefully timed so as not to anger the gods of Nap. I could not commit to any plans without a caveat regarding the likelihood of my cancelling them, because one day’s schedule could not predict the next.
-The next one: I cannot conceive how I ever felt busy caring for only one child and though I continue to respect naps, it would be impossible for me to make the world stop spinning in order to always accommodate the baby at the exact moment she is ready. (By ‘the world’ I mean my preschooler, by ‘spinning’ I mean spinning.)

5. Nursing
-The first child: I had great big hopes that my breasts would rebound post nursing.
-The next one: All hope is lost. But I’m still pulling for pelvic realignment.

6. Attentiveness
-The first child: We rushed to respond to night time crying for the baby’s sake.
-The next one: We rush to respond to night time crying so that she won’t wake up her sister.

7. Cleanliness
-The first child: The baby got a complete wardrobe change upon receiving the tiniest drop of spit up.
-The next one: Wipe slobber and spit up off with other parts of the clothes she is wearing, the clothes I am wearing, rub it off (or rather in) with my thumb, dangle her so she launches it onto the ground. In short, use whatever method of cleanup is most handy and carry on. Spit up and slobber are nothing compared to what her sister uses to dirty clothes. Exponential laundry increase is one of the great shocks of having a second child.

8. Development
-The first child: We encouraged motor skill and ambulatory development. Praised all accomplishments.
-The next one: Have strapped to the floor with duct tape knowing what difficulties baby mobility brings. I try every day but still cannot physically move in two opposing directions at once. Once the baby starts running around, I will have to decide which child to sacrifice in order to chase after the other.

9. Safety
-The first child: Any baby proofing done was to protect from the dangers of the house.
-The next one: How could anyone think a house is dangerous compared to a three year old? This baby climbs the stairs by herself on the way to her daily sibling self defense class.

10. Closeness
-The first child: I wanted to hold her all the time, she was my first. Her sleeping on me was bliss and I had the leisure to doze at random with her at any point during the day.
-The next one: I want to hold her all the time, she is my last. Her sleeping on me is rare because her sister does not recognize my right to be still.

11. Productivity
-The first child: On the weekends the family ran errands together. It seemed we had all the time in the world and every trip was novel. There were two of us and one of her…nothing could impede our progress.
-The next one: Divide and conquer. This took a few trips to figure out. Inevitably, one of us would have to make an emergent potty run into a store with the toddler, while the other sat in the parked car nursing the newborn. This left no one to accomplish the errand. (To ease your suspense, it was me in the car.) As I write this I realize that during the week, I run the errands by myself with both girls. Hey wait a minute, that’s not fair…

12. Organization
-The first child: The house became increasingly scattered with baby gear and toys. I was excited when she grew out of all those clunky baby gadgets such as the activity mat, exersaucer and high chair, until I realized bigger kids have bigger stuff.
-The next one: Minimal adult possessions remain. However many attractive receptacles I can find, they are not enough.

13. Benefits
-The first child: Had the benefit of all my attention. Good thing because I had no idea what I was doing.
-The next one: Has the benefit of my experience. Good thing because I am busy explaining to her sister why she doesn’t get all of the attention anymore.

14. Life Impact
-The first child: The shock of parenthood was tremendous and the realization that I couldn’t turn back was scary like I swallowed a boulder and jumped off a bridge.
-The next one: Times two.

15. Lovability
-The first child: Brought the most powerful of all love into my life for the first time.
-The next one: Brought the most powerful of all love into my life for the first time, again. (My apologies if the sentiment makes you throw up in your mouth, that is just the way it is.)




Baby Sleep Advice...Thank you Andrea

This essay deserves its own post...And some entertaining sleeping baby photos at the end. Enjoy!



Like many exhausted new moms, Ava Neyer read stacks of books about baby sleep. But nothing seemed to work for her twins, now 5 months, one a night owl and one an early bird. Every new expert offered a different solution -- and what's worse, they all seemed to contradict each other.


"Don’t let your baby sleep too long, except when they’ve been napping too much, then you should wake them. Never wake a sleeping baby." Does "expert" baby sleep advice make your head spin?
Neyer poured out her frustrations to friends in her mom's group in a hilarious rant, one that will strike a chord with any mother who has ever paced the floor at 3 a.m. with a wide-awake baby, thinking "WHY WON'T YOU SLEEP?!" Posted on a friend's Tumblr, Neyer's essay went viral on Reddit and has been making waves in the mom-blog world.

"I didn't expect people to like it as much as they did!" said Neyer, 31, who lives in Fort Bragg, N.C. She's still struggling with sleep issues, but her experience has taught her to take all advice with a grain of salt. "A lot of it is learning to read your children," Neyer said, rather than reading books.

Neyer's brilliant take on expert sleep advice:

"You shouldn’t sleep train at all, before a year, before 6 months, or before 4 months, but if you wait too late, your baby will never be able to sleep without you. College-aged children never need to be nursed, rocked, helped to sleep, so don’t worry about any bad habits. Nursing, rocking, singing, swaddling, etc to sleep are all bad habits and should be stopped immediately.

Naps should only be taken in the bed, never in a swing, car seat, stroller, or when worn. Letting them sleep in the car seat or swing will damage their skulls. If your baby has trouble falling asleep in the bed, put them in a swing, car seat, stroller, or wear them. Use the crib only for sleep and keep it free of distractions. If the baby is having trouble adjusting to the crib, have them play in it first. If the baby wakes up at night and wants to play, put fun toys in the crib to distract them.

Put the baby in a nursery, bed in your room, in your bed. Co-sleeping is the best way to get sleep, except that it can kill your baby, so never, ever do it. If your baby doesn't die, you will need to bed-share until college.

Keep the room warm, but not too warm. Swaddle the baby tightly, but not too tightly. Put them on their backs to sleep, but don't let them be on their backs too long or they will be developmentally delayed. Give them a pacifier to reduce SIDS. Be careful about pacifiers because they can cause nursing problems and stop your baby from sleeping soundly. If your baby sleeps too soundly, they’ll die of SIDS.

Don’t let your baby sleep too long, except when they’ve been napping too much, then you should wake them. Never wake a sleeping baby. Any baby problem can be solved by putting them to bed earlier, even if they are waking up too early. If your baby wakes up too early, put them to bed later or cut out a nap. Don’t let them nap after 5 p.m. Sleep begets sleep, so try to get your child to sleep as much as possible. Put the baby to bed awake but drowsy. Don't wake the baby if it fell asleep while nursing.

You should start a routine and keep track of everything. Don’t watch the clock. Put them on a schedule. Scheduling will make your life impossible because they will constantly be thrown off of it and you will become a prisoner in your home.

Using the "Cry It Out" method (CIO) will make them think they’ve been abandoned and will be eaten by a lion shortly. It also causes brain damage. Not getting enough sleep will cause behavior and mental problems, so be sure to put them to sleep by any means necessary, especially CIO, which is the most effective form. CIO is cruel beyond belief and the only thing that truly works because parents are a distraction.

Formula and solid foods will help the baby sleep longer. Solid foods shouldn’t be given at night because they might wake the baby. Don't stop the baby from nursing when asleep. Be wary of night feeds. If you respond too quickly with food or comfort, your baby is manipulating you. Babies can’t manipulate. Babies older than six months can manipulate.

Sleep when the baby sleeps. Clean when the baby cleans. Don’t worry. Stress causes your baby stress and a stressed baby won't sleep."

Did you lose sleep trying to figure out all the expert sleep advice when your child was a baby?

















10 Things You Should Know About Having A Baby...plus...

I have been a bit pre-occupied lately. I just finished my first maternity photo shoot! Hooray! (Photos can be found at here) I have also decided to revamp my logo (I know...again!) And I created two different ones (in various colours  as well as a stationary/marketing set for each. I haven't decided which one to go with. But, my husband prefers one over the other. So, naturally, that is probably the one I will go with! I mean, if it is appealing to women AND men (or at least men that actually care), its a win-win! I guess, in a way, we ALL care about marketing and advertising  Whether we want to or not, whether we like to or not. It's natural, and subliminal.

Anyway, after countless hours of edited photos and burying my face in photoshop creating graphics and what not, I realised I have spent three straight days on the computer! Ugh! Where did time go? Did my kids eat, get their diapers changed, or even go to bed? Did the dog get fed AT LEAST once? Is the dog still around? I think I put myself on Auto-Mommy or something.

(I guess I should interject (can I interject myself?)...I LOVE my girls and DID NOT neglect them. They were fed, bathed, entertained, and put to bed on time. Don't go crazy reading super-into everything I say...)

So, today, I took a short breather from endless pixel editing (not "Pixel Perfect", I mean actual pixels...does anyone realize how tiny a pixel actually is?!). I actually hung out and played with the girls (yes, EVEN the dog!). Made a delicious breakfast for myself (I always cook for the girls, but it is quite the treat when I actually get a decent breakfast..or meal for that matter). I would have made coffee, but that stupid little blue light is flashing that I need to clean the coffee pot. After two runs of water/vinegar mix through the cleaning cycle, it is STILL flashing. I will just ignore it, I guess. My coffee will probably taste the same.

I also did a little light reading. Thanks to an article Candice posted on our "Mommies" FB group (I love that thing..so resourceful), I got introduced to another Blog about "imperfect parenting". None of this, cloth diaper, organic everything, hypoallergenic, sterilise EVERYTHING, "never tell your child no"psychology , blabbing. Don't get me wrong, that's all good stuff, but let's be honest, all of that stuff just makes me feel insufficient as a mother. Isn't anyone ELSE cleaning up poop that happened to escape from the diaper? Or exhausted? Or sick of cleaning? Or sick of cooking? Or sick of talking nonsense to babies all day? Or dealing with whatever other BS us mom's go through on a daily..no...hourly basis?

(I guess I should interject, again...being a mom is awesome...but still)



During my reading, I explored the blog a little bit and found a post that I got a laugh out of. Thought I'd share! You can find the post and blog here. Also, if you feel inclined, I'd love to hear your input as a mom (or dad) on things you have learned that you wish someone had told you before hand! Or things people told you, but you never actually took seriously until it was too late!

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When I was pregnant with my first child, ten years and a million sleepless nights ago, I went about pregnancy the same way I had gone about my college courses: by reading everything I could get my hands on, studying notes, attending classes, and joining message boards. I was always a great student — and definitely an overachiever — and now I intended to get an A-plus in Motherhood 101.

I diligently attended my birthing classes, toured the hospital, and dragged my husband to the breastfeeding prep class. I washed all the bodysuits and the gowns in hypoallergenic, dye- and scent-free detergent. I practiced my kegels.

Then, I had a baby.

And, like postpartum women everywhere, I found myself in my bed, body fluids oozing from far and near, stitches in places I didn’t know I had, my breasts growing at an exponential and alarming rate, my hormones crashing down around me, and all I could think was, “Nobody told me about this. There was no chapter that said anything about this!”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

The answer is simple: because I didn’t want to hear it. The truth is, when I was pregnant, I only wanted to talk about pregnancy and childbirth and strollers and Diaper Genies. No one told me that birth was only, literally, the beginning. I can’t blame a universal motherhood conspiracy, though; I would not have listened.

Here are ten things I wish someone had told me — and I wish that I had heard:

1. The first time you see or hold your baby, you might not hear angel choirs in the distance. You might have a doctor still halfway up your body stitching you, or a nurse pumping your stomach to help you deliver your placenta. You might be in a lot of pain. You might be more exhausted than you have ever been in your whole life. It’s okay if you don’t hear the angels. There will be time to have those magic moments with your new baby.

2. After you deliver, your first trip to the bathroom will be an event. Don’t be embarrassed to let someone help you there; do not risk passing out alone. Be prepared that this is only the beginning of your loss of dignity as a mother. After all, you will have years ahead of you during which you will not be able to visit the potty alone. Might as well start now.

3. Breastfeeding is hard. It takes a little while to get used to the “holds” and find the one that works best for you and your likely hysterically screaming newborn. Whether you are doing it right or not, breastfeeding hurts at the beginning. Sometimes a lot. My nipples cracked and bled with my first baby. Engorgement was scary and extremely uncomfortable. My breasts radiated heat and actually pulsed. But my lactation consultant was my knight in lanolin-coated shining armor, and after the first two weeks, breastfeeding became more comfortable and much more manageable. Also: if breastfeeding is not for you or if it just doesn’t work out, that is — REALLY — fine. In the end, the way you feed your baby is inconsequential compared to the way you love your baby.

4. On your fourth day postpartum, you will most likely cry. A lot. This is usually when your hormones crash. This is the day when you will be certain that your life is over, that your partner is a jerk, and that you cannot do anything right. You’ll cry just because. You’re allowed. (BUT — if you continue to cry and continue to feel down, seek help pronto.)

5. If at all possible, do not put on real clothes for at least two weeks. Once you get out of your pajamas, people start expecting you to be competent. Wear clean, fresh pajamas if you must, but stay in our pajamas unless you want to cook and clean and entertain visitors along with the bleeding, oozing, leaking, and caring for another human life parts of the first two weeks.

6. Babies don’t always sleep. This is not the result of Something You Did Because You Are Already a Failure as a Parent. These same babies will, eventually, sleep. Promise. You cannot ruin them for life. Other parents will tell you their babies are sleeping. I promise you they are a) stretching the truth, b) defining “sleep” differently than you do, c) still due for sleep disruptions, or d) flat-out lying. You will face these same alternate versions of parental realities again when you talk to other parents about potty-training and reading further down the road. Seriously, babies are as different as adults. Some sleep better than others. But they all struggle sometimes. Your child will sleep sooner or later.

7. Don’t let anyone make you think you don’t know your own baby best, and don’t let anyone make you think you’re not doing a good job. There is no one right way to parent and there are many ways to be a good parent. Related: You don’t have to do what your mom, mother-in-law, or grandmother did. Listen to your gut.

8. Find support — neighborhood groups, breastfeeding groups, hospital new mom groups, whatever you can find. Networking with other new mothers can be a crucial lifeline, even if you go back to work after your maternity leave. Having a newborn is like going off to college for the first time — you need to find other newbie freshmen so you can all be clueless together.

9. Don’t be a martyr. Kids don’t visit martyrs for the holidays when they grow up. Hire someone or beg your friends to come and hold the baby while you shower and nap sometimes. It’s not easy to adjust to being a mom. One day, you are a person just taking care of yourself; the next day, you can’t button your shirt straight. Don’t be afraid to say, “This is hard,” or “this sucks!” It is hard and it does suck sometimes. That doesn’t mean you aren’t 110% grateful for the blessing of a baby or completely in love with your child.

10. Take lots of pictures (and get in them), because you won’t remember much of this later. Trust me.

More than anything, I wish someone had told me this: the first year of your first time being a mother is like nothing you will ever experience again, no matter how many children you have. Every day is a miracle. Every day is a journey. Every day might seem like it lasts 100 hours. There are lights at the end of every tunnel, but you won’t know it. You will never again feel like you are getting an A-plus. You will be forever changed. At some point, you will realize that “nobody ever told you” because some things you have to experience for yourself; there’s no book or class or even little old lady in the grocery store who can tell you what to really expect when you’re expecting.

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As far as parenting journeys go, mine is still in its toddler stages, literally and metaphorically – three years and counting. I know I have many more years ahead of me, where I will undoubtedly learn more than I ever bargained for. However, even in three short years of imperfect parenting, these 10 truths keep coming back to me…

1. You will feel guilty. No matter what you choose to do – breastfeed or bottle feed, sleep train or not, go back to work or stay at home – you will feel guilty a lot of the time. You will question your choices, because other people will, whether out loud or in their minds, which will in turn, make you feel guilty. I’ve learned to accept my choices, whether they’re ‘right’ or ‘wrong’, they are the choices made for the good of my children, for our family. Guilt comes with the territory, I get that now.

2. You will get angry. Anger – a dangerous, terrible emotion, especially when it’s directed at your children, your spouse, and yourself. You will also find that you may get mad at complete strangers, such as that impatient driver who cut you off. Or the lady in front of you at the checkout counter at the grocery store, for moving too slowly. Personally, when I find myself on a short fuse, it’s because I’m tired. Fatigue does not do you favors. I can’t give you advice on how to squeeze in more down time or sleep, I can only tell you that you should.

3. You will feel incompetent. When I had Monkey, I felt like a bumbling idiot all the time, and half-expected someone to come knocking on my door to tell me to give my son back, because I was doing such a terrible job as his mother. Three years in, I know I’m not terrible. But I have moments of perceived incompetence. No matter how many pats on the back I give myself, I still feel this way.

4. You will get competitive. When you have friends and relatives who have children of the same age, forget trying to avoid competitiveness. Yes, you may say, but I don’t brag! However, you’re silently pleased when you find out your daughter walked way before your best friend’s son, or that your boy scored higher on his English test than your best friend’s child. It’s inevitable.

5. You will be resentful (sometimes.) If I said I don’t think about my time pre-children, and how carefree and fun it was then, I’d be lying. I’d also be lying if I said I am absolutely 100% not resentful. Sometimes, I am. I resent that I have little time to myself. I resent that I have barely slept since 2009. Sometimes. Just sometimes. I do not however, regret having children.

6. You will be joyful. I do not regret having children – how could I? Everyday, they make me joyful. Even through the challenges, there is much to be happy for. The smiles, the hugs, the hand holding, just being with each other, being family – pure joy.

7. You will be more appreciative. When you become a parent, you appreciate your parents more (hands up, if you’ve thought about calling your mom to apologize, and thank her) . You appreciate your spouse more. You appreciate yourself more. You appreciate the extra 10 minutes you get, any time of the day. You appreciate coffee a lot more. If you’re a parent, you’ll know what I mean.

8. You will be wiser. You will learn to pick your battles. You will learn when to give up, and when not to. You will learn that love is deep. You will learn that fears abound in every corner and there is nary you can do about it. You will learn that your heart is so much bigger than you thought possible. You will learn that you have it in you to fight for your children.

9. You will be humbled. Parenting is a truly humbling experience. I thought I knew it all, could do it all. I know now, that I don’t and I can’t, and it’s okay.

10. You will be loved. My children’s love is pure. When I look into their eyes, when they put their chubby hands around mine, all there is, is love. And that is all.