I’ve been a terrible blogger the past few weeks.
But I have some big news to tell you….
We bought a house! Plus other stuff happened.
These past few weeks have been completely crazy. And I feel like my life is spinning out of control. There are just so many things happening and not enough time to fit them all into my life.
Let’s start at where I left off.
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Have you ever judged someone based on the way they looked and ended up being completely wrong? Me too.
I was on the other side of that situation earlier this week. I wasn’t offended, I’m usually not surprised considering my outward appearance. But this time I actually left someone speechless for a second or two.
DIY Deep Conditioner recipe to the rescue!
You know what I love? Coloring my hair. I change it pretty much every 6 weeks and have been doing that for the past 10+ years.
Wine. Yes. This post is about wine.
I’m going to admit it now. This is a silly post. This is the Semi- part of my Seminatural life. Well. A part of it.
If you’re friends with me on Facebook, you probably saw this post coming after my status update tonight.
Here’s the problem with wine:
“Mm this tastes good. I’ll have just one more glass.”
Three glasses later:
“You might as well finish the bottle. Then some ice cream. And some crackers and cheese. Why is there no Brie in this house? We need to buy more Brie. I’m going on Amazon for Brie. Ooh look shoes!!”
And now I’m thinking this needs to be a blog post.”
I still remember my first body scrub that I bought when I was about 12 years old. Remember the St. Ives Apricot scrub? I think pretty much every girl my age owned a tube of it. I don’t even know why we thought we needed it. We still had baby soft skin.
Back in December, I was sitting in my doctor’s office scrolling through Facebook, and came across this post about another woman’s abusive relationship revelations. Admittedly, I was in that office for a check-up to see how my anxiety and depression medications were working.
I read a paragraph or two and was called back to her office. I told her what I was just reading, because she wanted to know why I seemed so anxious at that moment even though my meds were working well.
She told me to stop.
This article is a trigger and I shouldn’t invest time into going back to that part of my life.
In the past year I’ve joined in on two crazes-cold brew coffee and bulletproof coffee. If you’ve been on Pinterest in the past decade, you have probably at least scrolled by a post or nine about both. They caught my attention.
My step kid’s mother and I don’t know each other well. Almost ALL of what we know is told secondhand by someone else. We barely communicate, and when we do, it’s mostly small talk. Apparently “Keep it Superficial” is the name of the game when it comes to step-parents communicating with birth parents.
But if I’m being totally honest, I wish it was more than that.
Up until the past few weeks my daughter was having a hard time going number 2. Every time she even thought about pooping, she cried. Whenever I changed a poop diaper, it was filled with large, rock solid pellets. I felt awful for her. And toddler constipation is not a fun thing to deal with when you want to start potty training.
How do you get your two-year old to poop on the potty when she’s terrified to poop at all?
If you read my Blended Family post, you know there are a lot of mothers in our family. And they are all amazing. Usually, I have the kids make them something to mail, but since I’ve gotten really into essential oils, I wanted to test out my skills and send out some handmade bath soak gifts.
I decided on bath soaks because who doesn’t love a nice relaxing bath? Plus, it’s less likely to spill all over than a scrub or an oil blend. They’re getting mailed from one coast to the other, so I have to be conscious of that stuff.