A few months before we decided to sell our house, our girls chose to move into the same room. It was after they moved in together magnified how much unused space we really had, which led to the decision to downsize and find a better layout. Even though they could each have their own room in the new house, the girls still insisted on sharing the FROG (finished room over the garage) and called it the “apartment” since it was the only upstairs room in the new house. The room the day we bought the house, was an interesting florescent lime green. I told them they could pick how they wanted it decorated and they both agreed, and wanted “under the sea”. Just when I thought that I got off easy and just as every “Little Mermaid” theme came to mind, they quickly told me, no literally under the sea. Ooohhhhh….
**WARNING, this post is not about organizing, today we are focusing on the “and more” portion of Cribbs Style. And there won’t be a ton of pictures either so I apologize in advance. **
I am not the first person, nor will I be the last, to say that parenting is HARD. Shaping and molding tiny humans to be respectable adults is no easy task. Knowing when to be firm, when to ease up… To make things more challenging, the two children I had, have completely different personalities. Polar opposites. My husband an I marvel over how the same two people created these tiny creatures and yet they are completely different people. Kennedy is our easy going one, and Kelsey, while she can be sweet and cuddly, is the opposite of easy going. (I’m being really, really generous in my description.)
**Let me first start out by saying I am not a dietician, nor do I know all the ins and outs of nutrition. I am sharing my personal journey and the twists and turns I am about to face. If you feel that you have any digestive issues, I highly recommend that you seek professional help first. **
Ever since I can remember I’ve always had some sort of issues with my gut. Being a kid and now as an adult, I was in denial that there were any real underlying issues. I just knew that if I ate or drank certain things I would “pay” for it later. A doctor that I saw in my early 20’s said it sounded like I had Irritable Bowel Syndrome and prescribed medication. I had very little relief from the medication. I would then make the choice, and my husband and I would joke if I ate one of my trigger foods, of what was to come. Except it really wasn’t a joke and I would be miserable, but I learned to deal with the pain; and it was intense. So intense infact, that when I went into labor with my first child, I thought it was the Mexican food from the night before. Thing is, it wasn’t and unbeknownst to me, I was pushing for about 4 hours before it dawned on me. When I called my husband at work to tell him, he offered to come pick me up, but after I explained as best I could the prior 4 hours I decided to drive myself to the hospital. Probably not my brightest move, but I made it.
Typically for me, I start thinking back on the past year whenever I do my Christmas cards. As I flip through my address book and see the names of friends and family and all the memories we shared come flooding back. This year was no exception and boy did we have so much to reflect upon!
A hurricane?!? This has got to be a joke. But sure enough I get on the weather channel and Hurricane Matthew is making it’s way toward Haiti and is projected to hit near Charleston later in the week. shut. the. front. door. We literally JUST moved into the new house and now this. Come on!
I hope that everyone has had a great summer! This was the first summer I have been off with the girls since I was on maternity leave with my youngest. Holy smokes did it fly by!! While I’ve focused my attention on those two nuggets, we were also getting ready to take a road trip, and I thought this would be the perfect time to talk about organizing your vehicle.