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When I rebranded this site with my name in big old letters about a year ago, I tried to focus in on what I wanted to talk about here. I’m a lifestyle blogger; I’m not ever going to have a niche. I call myself one-third food blog, one-third parenting and home life, and one-third spiritual stuff.
What I really wanted was to invite people onto my couch. If you were here with me, in my living room (which is, of course, a DISASTER, let’s not pretend), what would we talk about? What would we snack on? What would we see around us?
So hey. Put your feet up. Brush off any crumbs that you see, and I’ll try not to notice. Let’s talk.
I’m making cauliflower soup right now. I don’t dislike cauliflower, and I hope it will help me get in some extra veggies. I’ve been trying to eat mostly grain-free, but I had some pasta for lunch (recipe I had tested for an article, just sitting there …) because I was super hungry after going to Zumba and getting haircuts this morning. And the pasta has made me SLEEPY. But since I can’t remember the last time I slept through the night, I guess I can’t blame it completely.
Last week was hard. I’ve felt a little nuts emotionally as of late. My two older kids seem especially out-of-control, and I’m wondering what on earth to do about it. Plus there’s just the normal feeling completely inadequate at everything I do. I am really trying to realize that no one has it all together. But I so often sit and think everyone else is living in Normal City, and I’m the only oddball. The one just trying to scrape by and totally exhausted by what qualifies as “normalcy” right now.
I miss my mom.
I promise I’m not all down-and-out. If you sit here long enough, the kids will ask you to play Frozen Spot It. And Joshua will probably sing for you, which is my primary source of entertainment right now. Libbie will probably put on dress-up ballet clothes and dance with passion, if not skill, around the room. David will tell you that Thursday is pajama day at his school and HE GETS TO WEAR PAJAMAS. ALL DAY.
I feel like maybe the winter blues are getting to me. Maybe that is the cause of my funk. I promise I am taking my medicine, using essential oils, exercising, and trying to eat right. A little more time with friends might help. A date with my husband. It’s been wayyyy too long since we went out alone.
So that’s what’s going on with me. I’m sorry to be grumpy, but it’s just kind of how it is right now. Maybe you could tell me a funny story or send me a YouTube video that will make me laugh.
The cauliflower soup, by the way? It’s edible. Needs work. Can I interest you in some granola instead?