Waiting Rooms, the place that is full of…

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So we have all been there sitting in some sort of business waiting room. Maybe sometimes you got lucky and the whole time you had to wait, no one came in. Those are the times you can relax and know that no one is staring at you in some creepy way. You know, the times you look over and either some guy is starring, women is glaring or a child is doing that stalker stare. Ha ha! I mean of course there are glory times when you get the somewhat more normal and mannered individuals. But I mean there are not many of those left. (The combination together anyways) ha ha! Besides what is normal?  I mean that light heartedly, but let’s be real.

So here I am, waiting for my massage and chiropractic adjustment. I have the desk lady that is working, a Physical therapist, a massage therapist in their room, and the chiropractic specialist. Which of course they had clients. So I am the only one sitting in the room but the Office assistant is behind the computer. I can not see her face because the monitor is blocking it. So I’m like, okay I guess we just pretend we aren’t in the same room with anyone and we can just go about our business. So I play on Instagram, Facebook scroll and then do some inner brain thinking of what I’m going to write about. Then I look up and there she is! (The desk gal)  So I share a smile and nod. Weird right? Why do we do that? Moving on from that awkwardness…

I share that mostly because I was giving a visual example of just ONE person you encounter within the business establishment as you wait in the waiting room.

So as I was pondering what to write about I thought, “Waiting rooms are full of…” There arose my idea.

So I collectively gathered some moments in time that I have encountered while sitting in waiting rooms.

Okay, so even as Parents we still get grossed out, or just don’t want to be around another sick kid. Right? Or am I awful and I’m completely alone in that… I mean, I get it! You gotta take your kid with you when you got shit to do. Not much around those type of times. You just have to go and know you gotta take your sick kid around other people. Its okay to feel bad about it and its also okay to do it. I mean you have too right? Now, if you DO NOT have to take them out. Please for the love of God, save us all the germs and keep their little tushies home.

So we already sorta talked about the employees that come and go, the clients that are in and out. Which brings me to the patients that actually end up in those awful uncomfortable waiting room chairs. (most times) We always have to make eye contact and you know there has to be an exchange of a smile. Mostly because I’m a good person and just want a positive vibe around me. So yeah, I walk around smiling at strangers because I would rather do that than be weird by making eye contact and doing nothing. (Picture that for a moment…) Picture making that direct eye contact and just having a blank face. How weird. Isn’t it already uncomfortable enough that we gotta make eye contact. I’m here to get naked and rubbed down, then cracked all over my body. Isn’t that enough pressure! Haha

My face
Listening to these conversations like…

Let’s talk about just one conversation that happens within that waiting room…

Example, Guys sitting next to me with his daughter who is like 14 or so. They are talking about how she got caught naked with her 16-year-old boyfriend. I’m literally sitting right next to these people. So, um… what the hell am I suppose to do? Just sit there. That is exactly what I did. (Laughing so hard right now) Seriously tho, am I suppose to bust in the conversation and really speak that there’s a time and a place for those talks. In all honesty, I get the talk and how being upset is validated FOR SURE! But, wouldn’t you agree there is a better time for that discussion. especially when there is a stranger sitting RIGHT next too you. Need I say more?

Work It
Perhaps this is the purpose behind the smells in a SPORTS establishment… Haha

Smells. Oh man, I know you all know what I’m talking about. My best friend drove me to one of my chiropractic appointments. When we got there, no one was around and it straight up smelled like booty. I mean we were for sure someone was having some dirty sex somewhere. As the Patient comes out of the massage room, we instantly think… Ooooh, they were doing it! Ha Ha. Well, of course, two moms would instantly think that, right? Good lord we need our minds washed and dried. So, we ended up putting into perspective that we were in a SPORTS chiropractic establishment. Yeah, so it was the end of the day and the place smelt like booty because of all the people that were there that day. Once again I am laughing so hard right now.

So those are just a few things I have come encounter with while waiting in the super fun, interesting and fragrance filled rooms.

What have some of your experiences been? If your up for it, please share in the comments below. Thanks!

Toddlers are Unicorn Turds…


Let me Explain. You see everyone told me prior to having a baby that I was in for it when they turn two. I’m thinking, okay I can handle some nutty midget. No problem. I got this. Plus I knew that if my husband and I were good at anything. It is working together as a team. We just had that from the get-go of our friendship into our romantic relationship. We re grateful for sure that we can work together so well when it comes to solving problems.

Okay so back on track here. I want to explain that I am here to tell you that the “Terrible Twos” do exist. I’m not there with Gracie yet, but I know it is just around the corner. Plus, I’ve heard it time and time again. Now what I want to share with you is this.

Terrible twos are real. However, the moment you have that little breathing life in your arms. It is tough from the get-go. Day one is all when it really starts. See, this is obviously just my take and perspective. But I mean I feel like Day one they are just little Unicorn Turds. Ha Ha. I mean it in the sense of  Unicorns are rare and awesome. But turds are well, turds! So They are Awesome/Rare turds. Ha Ha! I mean I felt like that was a pretty spot on analogy. Either way, I felt like sharing this. Perhaps a laugh will be given,  a smile made or quite possibly you feel, just the same way.


Feeding A Toddler


I literally just took a deep breath before I began typing this. You guys this is a topic I can find tears and humor in. Am I right?

Have a baby they say, it will be worth it in the end they say. Yes, I know that and those people are correct. However, maybe I didn’t listen at the time or perhaps no one was clear about it. (Thanks a lot) But besides all the tremendous blessings we are given on a day today. Feeling my sarcasm in there?

Such as, chasing a wild human around with your hands full, cleaning up god knows what the brown stuff is on the floor and walls, wiping extreme amounts of spit and snot off yourself and another little human. Yeah, besides some of those things…. why on earth was I completely unaware of how stinking messy a toddler is with food! I mean, I have been around kids. All ages. Mine is just a dang terrorist with food! Oh, and my lord is she picky! I love my Gracie girl more than air itself. But, this child can paint an entire room in a house with her food within T- minus 60 seconds. If she is feeling really sassy, we are talking 30 seconds folks. There is no need for dramatizing on that. If you are super curious or perhaps calling my bluff. Email me and maybe we exchange info to Snap chat my endearing meal times with my daughter.

I mean am I alone? Does your child act like this?

Please Lord, if this is just a phase. Thank you. But Lord, if this is not a phase and I am in this for the long run. Can you send me a money tree for all the food expense, a bag of an endless amount of chocolate, and perhaps just a little sprinkle of extra patience? Because only you know just what I need. Amen-

If you are laughing at me, that’s okay. I do that to. But heaven knows I need some Grace in my life for all the strawberries I am responsible for cleaning up off this forsaken carpet. I almost gave up on strawberries folks. They are her favorite so I let her keep them. But let me assure you, my carpet is beige. I’ll leave it there… Haha.

I felt like perhaps sharing some easy access for those seeking some help with Picky eaters, or even just some ideas on Food for a toddler. Now I cant give you much advice on if your child insists on having food fights on a daily, like mine. But, what I can tell you is this.

I don’t know what age your little one is or the circumstances in your home. But one thing I know personally that I remind myself on a daily. Even cleaning 24 hours a day, with little to no sleep, a cranky toddler, a tired but loving husband, and no time for myself. When I reflect on all that, sure I could allow it to make me feel like I am stuck. Because I am guilty of feeling that. However, I would clean up 30 hours a day if that is what it took. Her food smashed in the floors, rubbed on the walls, thrown everywhere and sometimes found days later. I know that one day all of that will be gone. She will be grown up, moved out and on her own. Building her life for herself, and establishing goals for her future.

So, if cleaning up her mess and picking thru endless amounts of food. That she does and doesn’t like. If that is what I do every day, I feel blessed. she is a blessing. Cleaning up food, and rummaging thru options will never outweigh the love I carry doing those things for her day in and day out.

Please don’t think for one second tho, that I wouldn’t kidnap and keep the next person that says they wanna help.

So piece of advice, careful what mama you extend your hand to. She just might be so desperate for a helping hand, she might never let you go. Ha Ha. Help does not come free folks. When it does, its a Unicorn and feel blessed.

The rope and duct tape is in the garage………..



Mom Super Power?


Oh my gosh. If someone ever handed me a Genie Bottle to make some ridiculous wish(es.) I would absolutely choose to have a Super Power and mine would be, “Flash!” Right?! I mean, as a Mom that only makes sense. For all you Moms that have more than one child. I want you to know I just clapped my hands for you. Ha Ha. I’m not even kidding, I did. You are impressive! I also want you to know, I think you are an alien from another planet. Because only something out of this world can handle double the amount of snot and feces. I mean don’t get me wrong, I don’t look down on it. I just think your nuts. Ha Ha. I have one and I feel like I run a zoo, that has landmines everywhere. Instead of Zoo Animal poop landmines. Its Plastic toys that jam into the bottom of your feet, or make you trip and fall. Like your one half of a fifth into some whiskey. Ha Ha. Hey, maybe you are. I won’t judge you but keep it out of the reach of children. Ha Ha!

So like I was saying, I would be Flash! I could literally always have a clean house, top too bottom organization, I mean I could even go to Paris and be back in time for dinner! That would seriously boost my Mom street credit. I mean think of the possibilities! Let us do it together.

Scenario, Mom of two little boys. Ages 6 and 8, they are both in public school and have after school activities they both attend. Mom also has a Full-time job that is rather demanding of her. The father is a pilot, and he is away for work a lot so he can support his family. While the mom is home working, and tending to the children. So let us imagine what her day looks like. Wake up, get ready. But don’t forget the boys need to be ready for school too. Which we ALL know, almost all boys, let alone kids take absolutely forever to just keep enough focus to dress themselves. So priorities are, yes mom will need a shower. But her first job is to feed the boys, ensure they are getting dressed, ready for their day before school, she needs to pack lunches, and be sure the boys have clean jeans on. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about.

Okay, so I am gonna stop there because I know you are getting the drift that this mom. Let alone a lot of moms out there that have a list of things to do in a short amount of time, and the paper isn’t long enough to write the list. Dads have a lot of responsibility, don’t get me wrong. But mom life, holy bananas. We are like bumble bees. Right? So my point is, that I would choose Flash. Simply for the purpose of knowing and ensuring that everything would be done with a breeze and not a skip of a breath. I like that. I like the sound of that a lot. Don’t you?

Or, am I the Alien?


(Feel free to share what Super Power you would choose, and why)