It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written a blog post, as you know if you follow my Instagram we are joyfully expecting our third little one and I won’t lie, the all day sickness coupled with chasing our twin toddlers (and a few other circumstances) has been a wee bit intense. But, thank goodness I am feeling better lately. I thought it was high time for an update, we have some pretty major changes happening around here and I am excited to share them. So, I am actually sitting here in the early morning hours with a blissful cup of tea, (coffee has been repugnant to me lately, tragedy, I know), a sleeping twin in my lap, (they don’t fit nearly as well as they used to😭), and there is even a lovely drizzling rain outside. SO cozy. And I don’t even feel like puking! Hooray! Anyway, updates…
Happy Sunday beauties! As I sit writing this, there’s a chocolate cake in the oven, my kiddos are watching a movie and snacking on these amazing non-GMO GF pringle-like chips my mom found, and I’m scarfing down these equally amazing GF macaroons we also found at Costco like a starving Amazonian woman. (I am admittedly a total stick in the mud for screen time and restrict it like crazy but Sundays are our chosen day for morning shows and a movie in the afternoon and do we ever enjoy it!). Sounds pretty peaceful and idyllic, right? And it is, at this moment. This past week…not so much. Which leads me to the reason for this post…
As you know, my hubby is in his first year of medical school. I shared a while back a little about my personal journey I am on to thrive not just survive in this life, our home reorganization (which has been full steam ahead underway as much as is possible with a hubby who’s gone so much! Updates on that are still coming, just slowly!) and I also shared a little about how hard it can be to be a working mommy with a hubby in med school (or a wife or mommy at all for that matter!) but I haven’t shared much about it since. Events of the past week led me to try and find avenues of support for wives whose husbands are in medical school, and while I found a handful of sources, I was actually shocked at how little is available. I’m literally on the waitlist for one support group with zero clue when I’m getting in, and it will be wonderful when I do, but as it is I needed help this week not just later.
And I mean I’m pretty sure I’m one of many ladies in this position, and by this position I mean anyone whose husband has such extreme commitments and pulls on their time. My husband is an incredible man, he’s a loving devoted father and loyal affectionate husband. But the facts are that right now, and for years down the road, he has another woman in his life, and that woman is medical school. And wow, is she ever selfish, relentless and demanding. Our marriage and family will continue to require extra effort so that we not only thrive, but make it through this alive, and together. We cannot afford to “get comfortable” and not do the work (really, no one can).
So, as you also know, I’ve been in the process of giving The Mama Playbook a complete overhaul/facelift and I’ve decided in the light of recent events I’m going to actually relaunch this blog. It will still be a motherhood lifestyle blog, but I will be sharing way more about our life as a medical school family, (the good, bad, ugly and beautiful!) and my personal journey as a med student wife/twin mom who for the first time in her life is also pursuing a career in beauty and fashion (and what exactly that means for me personally). I am excited to share how we have redone our home, our lives, and really everything about our journey.
I have hesitated in the past to go down such a specific path for this blog, and have indeed spent time in prayer and deep consideration as to what direction exactly I DID want to go with it. But, I know without doubt this is the direction God is leading me in, and while I will admit I’m terrified to share, I am also really excited.
In honor of my relaunch, (stay tuned for the specific dates!) I will be having a week of celebration and special events, giveaways, special guest features, and more!
Please join me, my heart and prayer is that this blog will continue to be a source of community and support for all mamas but will also focus on mamas with husbands who have very demanding careers. Stay tuned as I will be announcing the actual relaunch celebration dates soon!
Hello everyone! I cannot believe 2017 is about to come to a close…(we’ll talk more about that later!) If you follow my Instagram you know that I am OVER THE MOON excited because, for the first time in a year and a half, my husband and I are going to have a bedroom. We’ve been living in my dear (very patient!) parents family room all this time, and needless to say that has offered challenges for everybody. With Brian heading to medical school, we chose to conserve/pool resources and moved to my parent’s home last year. Our plan was to either build an add on to their home or do a mobile on their property. That plan didn’t work out due to financial issues and red tape, and here we are a year and a half later, still in their living room. However, one of my sister’s recently bought her own home (SO PROUD of her) and moved out, leaving a blissfuly available bedroom space (the same bedroom I grew up in nonetheless!).
And so we are making it ours, repainting, and redecorating, and I am truly so excited I can hardly stand it. My parents are graciously allowing us to turn that side of the house into “our wing”, with a fully kid proof bathroom, office for hubby, and our bedroom. This is a pretty big deal, especially considering my parent’s home is a small one level two bedroom. Of course, this will all take a bit of time to accomplish, and Step One is the bedroom. I am so very excited to share pictures of the progress with you all! xo
Oh hey lovelies! Happy Monday! On the heels of my meant to thrive post, (click here if you haven’t read that yet), we’ve had a very rough week, we caught a nasty stomach virus at my work and we’ve been saturating ourselves in oils, herbs, vitamins and even bleach and Lysol (I try to avoid nasty chemicals like that but we ran out of everything and there is a time and a place for these things y’all.) My poor mama got it too, and thank GOD is ok as she’s been waiting eagerly for a very special first time ever trip with one of my sisters. At one point last week, I looked at my poor sick little girl and it hit me like a brick to the gut, I need to do more than just talk about thriving. (Yes, yes, you CAN have multiple “come to Jesus moments” on the same subject you all). But it hit me, (yes, for the umpteenth time), that I need to take action, and make it happen. This time, it hit me even harder because I saw the reflection of my decisions in my sick babies faces. It’s all well and good to talk about choosing the positive and choosing to thrive but I heard the best quote last week, “You have to choose your hard. Sometimes you have to choose the hard things to live an easy life. Choosing the easy way can mean living a hard life”. She went on to explain that you have to figure out what your hard is, too. For me, my hard is, well, let me just expose myself here, choosing to not make decisions based out of financial fear. For me, my hard is choosing to not just turn into a workhorse to “solve” the issue. It’s terrifying for me.
See, I know God protects my little ones. Despite the anguish I felt in my mama gut this last week I knew God was protecting my babies and they weren’t going to die. I feel confident that our actual health and welfare is safe. But for whatever reason, I struggle SO DAMN HARD with letting go of our finances and trusting God to provide that as well. I mean control freak, make horrible decisions, constantly stress about it/stay up all night struggle hard. I’ve been a work-a-holic as long as I can remember. Not because I enjoy it, but because we have had financial duress and I went about it solving that issue the way I believed to be best. You guys, I’m a champ at “jumping off the cliff” and trusting with every major life choice EXCEPT finances. That one, then I’m like nooo nope nope sorry God I got this. Because of course He’d rather me work seven fourteen hour days a week than provide for us via a way that doesn’t cause me actual physical harm. (insert eye roll).
I also feel the need to be the financial answer to everything and everyone. Because, you know, of course I’m going to do a better job at that than the Creator Himself. (insert second eye roll). You guys, decisions made out of fear are NEVER good ones. And I have come to realize that pretty much every single dang decision I’ve made financially for as long as I can remember has been made out of FEAR. And, well, that’s not good.
My husband and I had a major conversation this week, and we came to a mutual decision that the way things have been going, must change. Our babies are paying the price. We are a single income household, my hubby is in medical school and we are both fully aware money doesn’t grow on trees. But, we are meant to thrive, and I am unable to have my family thrive with the current state of affairs. So I am jumping off this cliff, and I know I will have moments where I regress and moments I don’t trust (thank heavens for grace and mercy) but it wouldn’t be a journey if it happened overnight and I am HUMAN. I shall work to have grace for myself. Let’s choose abundance you all, figure out our “hard”, and do it. Start now, where we are, just start.
EDITED TO ADD: this afternoon I ran into a dear member of my family who sent me this message below, God will always answer when our hearts cry out.
Jesus’ words ,found at Matthew 6:25-32. In part he said: “Stop being anxious about your souls as to what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your bodies as to what you will wear. . . . Observe intently the birds of heaven, because they do not sow seed or reap or gather into storehouses; still your heavenly Father feeds them. . . . Who of you by being anxious can add one cubit to his life span? Also, on the matter of clothing, why are you anxious? Take a lesson from the lilies of the field, how they are growing; they do not toil, nor do they spin . . . So never be anxious and say, ‘What are we to eat?’ or, ‘What are we to drink?’ or, ‘What are we to put on?’ For all these are the things the nations are eagerly pursuing. For your heavenly Father knows you need all these things.”