You did it! You rocked childbirth and motherhood came at you in full force.
You dreamed and prayed. Waited. Suffered those nasty underbelly cramps as you shimmied your way through Zumba eight months pregnant.
You and your husband even put together the crib a whole week before your due date. Who cares if one of the bolts is on backwards and you can’t remove it, short of a construction miracle? The eco-friendly, allergen-free, non-gender biased dust-ruffle covers it up anyway.
As far as we’re concerned, you #NailedIt!
In the thick of the mom routine, you're like a pro on autopilot. Nothing surprises you anymore.
Feed. Wash kids. Nap. Potty train. Send to school. Clean house. Do personal work somewhere in between. Love husband. Repeat.
You could do this thing in your sleep. In fact, you are sleeping—standing at the kitchen sink. But somewhere in the chaos of the daily grind, it's easy to lose perspective. Moms try to be everything to everybody. We love hard--so hard that we don’t realize it when we’ve gone off course.
Here are some bad habits we need to kick as moms...
The stars aligned.
You and your tot finally finished the last day of medicine drops for that eye funk that cost you two pallets of eye shadow and a tube of mascara. And non-contagion means freedom!
You got the sitter days in advance.
Tonight’s the big night and you’ll make it happen—even if it means keeping your skinny jeans closed with a hair band looped through the button hole.
It took an act of God, but it was worth it. You're out of the house!
You finally sit down together and you know that moment—you look into your guy’s eyes and you seriously have to concentrate on topics to talk about.
Your brain’s gone all mama, and the problem is that a full-grown man is peering across the table from you. Stringing together interesting, big-people sentences feels like a task equal to earning the Nobel Peace Prize.
But have no fear, pretty mama. Here are five things you should talk about on date night:
It's been a wonderful year, and now let's look ahead!
We hope your holidays have been wonderful and that you've taken the time to immerse yourself in the beauty of the season.
Here's a little bit about what's in store for the New Year!
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Are you a wife? A mom? Have you been married, or do you want to marry in the future? Maybe family life isn't going the way you thought it would.
If you've ever caught yourself thinking, "Hold up, I didn't sign up for this!"
You're not the only one.
There's a lot going on around here!
Some of you have been faithful supporters for a few years now already. You've tolerated growing pains. Responded when your heart was touched. Grown and cried. Laughed a little.
But as with life, seasons change.
I'm dying to tell you about all we have in store for 2018, but you'll hear more in the upcoming weeks...
TheGrittyPearl.com is under construction--not as much in the looks department, but with the direction and services we'll be offering in the New Year.
What a difference 365 days can make. One year ago this week...
Our cards aren't in the mail. Fail. Got a note requesting a parent meeting at school. Could be an Uh-Oh. Coaching for the first time in ten years. High bomb potential. Can't find the "perfect" gift for hubby. Feel shoulders tightening.
Haven't called Grandma. House is a fright. Not a great cook. Family needs to eat. Behind on Advent reading. Article to submit. Skipped the gym. Ate the pie. Dog needs heart worm meds. Shut-in to visit. Meal to deliver. Gifts to ship. Errands for school. Errands for church. Errands for kids. Errands for errands sake.
You're bombing this thing...
The door is left unlocked in the dark of night. Candles are lit, placed carefully on window sills. Each member of the family lies still in their beds, expectant. They listen eagerly for a creak in the hinge or boots on the floorboards, alerting them to a visitor's arrival. Will their risk to shine the light leave them vulnerable this Christmas?
It's the official three-day countdown until we all lose our minds. Seriously, how is Christmas just five weeks away? I have a turkey thawing in the fridge, a request for blueberry pie, and I've shown the patience of Job by not putting up my Christmas decorations yet. Well, not-so-close to the restraint of Job, but good enough for me since there's a lit-up "turkey tree" sitting proud in my living room already.
Side-by-side, my husband and I flick through the TV menu until we can agree on a show. Sure, Designated Survivor. Why not? We're tired, not picky. We sink deep beneath our fuzzy blankets, oblivious to any world events happening while entertaining family over the weekend. A naive privilege.
As a main character, Emily Rhodes, struggles with her relationship with her father, a White House co-worker suggests that she prioritize family over work...
"The world will always be on fire," he tells her. "Go."
Spiders and cobwebs cloak the front porches lining our streets. Kids are over-extended, but vibrant with energy from trunk-or-treats, block parties, and school festivals. Mine certainly are. Six o'clock came way too early for the Gemelli household this morning. I can appreciate the fact that not everybody participates in Halloween. I get it.
But as for my family, I'm going to tell you how Harry Potter became an evangelist this week. And J.K. Rowling might drop her butter beer at the news.
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.