Adult Summer Bucket List

I am so excited about summer. For the first time in years, I’m excited about summer for me. Not for my kid. Not for my family. I’m excited for me.

This summer is going to be a bit different because for about 3 weeks, I will be kid free. Yup, J is heading down south for a couple of weeks to hang out with the other side of her family and later in the summer she’ll be going away to camp for a week. Couple that with the fact that J has been making friends, attending parties, going to sleepovers, etc, it’s like she really doesn’t need the constant go go go summer that we usually try to provide. She’s spreading her wings and I’m spreading mine.

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The Health Reset I Didn’t Know I Needed

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I hate going to the doctor. This hate is not fear related because I honestly don’t believe they can tell me anything I don’t already know, or at least haven’t pondered. It’s the poking, the prodding, the closeness, and of course, the judgement, that bothers the hell out of me. It’s the all-knowing eyes, psuedo-empathetic head nods, and deep sighs that piss me off.

When I go to the doctor’s office, I am usually aloof and reserved. I may even be cold. And it’s very intentional. I’m not a sharer in general (I know, I know. I’m a blogger.), but I’m definitely not into sharing the most intimate details of my body–what it’s doing, how it’s doing it, etc. It’s overwhelming and it’s too much.

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Things to Do in Los Angeles || Hollywood Boulevard

When we I made the decision to travel to California, Los Angeles specifically, for Hubz’ 31st birthday, it was kind of done on a whim. He nor I had ever been to The Golden State, or the City of Angeles, and while we were both excited to be experiencing some where new together, I wasn’t sure if L.A. should be the place. It’s fast, it’s loud, it’s bright and sunny. Honestly, it’s everything I’m not and I was concerned if this would actually be vacation for me or a few days in which I’m just trying to make it through to get back home. Also, couple that with the fact that our romantic getaway, had quickly morphed into a family trip, my hesitancy about traveling to Los Angeles steadily increased.

Now, I will admit that prior to our trip, I wasn’t the biggest fan of Los Angeles, or California in general. I felt it was overcrowded, too expensive, and hot as hell. Those beaches though. Those beaches were the first things to win me over when I was deciding if our trip to Cali should happen.

As I researched more and more (because I am a card carrying INTJ), I came to find so many things we could get into during our 3 days visiting the city. Since I knew my husband would appreciate the Hollywood aspect of the city more so than I, one of the first things we did was visit Hollywood Boulevard (to get it over with). I, however, ever the pessimist, was pleasantly surprised by the famous boulevard and what it had to offer. 

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Motherhood and the Fear of Missing Out

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Jam is a second grader. Can you believe it? According to my archives, I started this blog over 3 years ago before she even began kindergarten. I remember writing about those trying times and wondering what the future would hold.

Well, I guess it held second grade because here we are.

Last year, with Jam being hospitalized and all of us being extremely traumatized from that ordeal, we decided to ease into the school year. We started late, took our time, didn’t sweat the BS, and for the most part, everything went smoothly. Would you believe that this year has been the total opposite? Like the complete opposite of last year. Between both my husband and I starting new jobs, Jam starting school, plus some of other family drama that spilled over into the fall, this school year has been quite the challenge. I’ve had to set some boundaries that I’ve never had to set before and it’s difficult. Challenges that I never thought I’d have to deal with are starting to come to ahead and I’m not sure how to respond. I guess we’ll just have to see how that plays out.

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Raising a Caring Kid

This is a sponsored post on behalf of Denny’s. All opinions are my own.

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I’ve always been a “do-gooder.” From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to help people, show them that someone cared, and just be there. I’m sure that totally explains my initial desire to go into law, and my subsequent career in social work. Just a natural “do-gooder,” I guess. Unfortunately, I think that my desire to help comes from the fact that I really, really wanted someone to help me as a child. Coming from a family that had very little, I can attest to what it feels like to go without. And quite frankly, it sucks. It’s like you’re living on the outside of life. You can see all these things happening around you, but you’re not a part of them. It’s like everyone is leading a life that you can see, but can’t touch. Like I said, it sucks. One thing that being poor taught me, though, was the importance of caring about other people. When our family had nothing, there were so many people that reached out helping hands. From helping us get furniture, to making sure that my brother and I experienced childhood things like amusement parks, slumber parties, etc, to giving us clothes and shoes when we needed them.  As a child, I admit that I thought it was super embarrassing to be wearing my friends’ hand me downs, but I was thankful nonetheless. When I look back on those times, it’s amazing to me how far I’ve come and how those experiences shaped me into the person I am today. One of the beautiful things that my childhood experiences gave me was the ability to care. I can’t say that I wouldn’t have been the person that I am today, had I not gone through what I went through as a child. I can’t say that. I definitely think that hardships mold you and can make you into a better person if you allow them to, but do you have to go through hardships to become caring? To be a better person? Absolutely not. I mean, if I have any say so in it, my daughter will never go through a hardship that I and her father can’t handle. However, my expectation is that she still become a caring person and that begins by becoming a caring kid.

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