see ya, i'm getting some ice cream!

Mommyhood brings so much out in the open. My patience, or lack thereof, is apparent in the way I treat my kids and my husband. My emotions become pretty hard to keep under wraps throughout the day. My exhaustion brings out the worst in me.

It can get really hard. I recently read a blog about "pouring into yourself" so you have enough to pour into others, first and foremost your family.

What exactly does that mean?

Well...for me, it means letting go of what I feel is selfish, unimportant, or too time-consuming and allowing myself to have a little fun. 

For me, it means buying some new nail polish, giving myself a pedi, and catching up on Grey's Anatomy. Can you believe that finale!?!

my new fav brand- I can almost justify the $8 price tag since it literally never chips!

For me, it means letting go of all the "to-do" lists and finally taking a nap.

For me, it means getting up a little early, making a nice cup of coffee, and reading a few chapters in a new book.

For me, it means spending 30 uninterrupted minutes perusing pinterest, then running to Walmart to pick up ingredients to make whatever yummy scrumptious unhealthy dessert recipe looked the prettiest. Today it was this! Totally worth it.

For me, it means ditching my diet, jumping in the car and heading for a double dip ice cream cone. Blue Bell Butter Crunch, oh my gosh.

For me, it means treating myself to a little window shopping, (or if I'm not as frugal as I want to be, using my teacher discount on a new cute dress at Loft).

these dresses are the BEST for nursing...my closet is quickly becoming very maxi-friendly

For me, it means grabbing my running shoes and going out for a jog in the cool evening air. All by myself.

For me, it means treasuring that hour on the phone with my best friend, then taking the time to call again the next day.

For me, it means memorizing a Bible verse. This week's is~

For me, it means sitting at the kitchen table with a pretty pad of stationary and mapping out my day. I'm not exactly what I called well-organized, so putting pen to paper every now and then helps me feel less all over the place. 

For me, it means occasionally thrusting the baby and toddler in my husband's arms and just going. Who knows where, it doesn't really matter, as long as it's somewhere else.

And for me, sometimes it means doing absolutely nothing.

Because sometimes, when I do one of these things, I feel energized, refreshed, special, and ready to face the rest of the day, or night, in the case of a nursing newborn.