Life has been a roller coaster!

I have been away for a little while now! Sorry!!! So many things have been going on in our life. We’ve been planning our wedding and we are in our last week countdown until our big day! I’m super excited! I can hardly stand it. We’ve had to change the venue and just about everything else that was originally set up from the beginning due to weather or unforeseen circumstances! But in 7 days, my grandma will be walking me down the aisle to the man of my dreams to say yes I do for the rest of my life in front of God and everybody! This is a big time in our life together!

Since my last post we’ve made some changes on our farm. We got rid of the goats and added pigs! Something that helps feed us in the end and helps us be a little more self sufficient! They are the cutest things though! We’ve made some changes to the inside of the house. Planning a big remodel in my kitchen! But our goal is to be on more land in a few years!

I decided to go to school so that I can possibly work from home! I’d love that. Being away from the kids and from home so much is killing me. But in two years fingers crossed, I’ll have my associates degree and I’ll be making big changes and doing what’s better for our family. I’m super excited about this!

Im going to try to keep posting every day, it sucks that I got out of the rythym of things for so long!




I don’t need you to fight for me…I have my own Voice!

So…I’ve kept my silence and have bit my tongue on the whole march thing that happened all over the country when President Trump started his term…one question, WHY?? Why are you going to be trashy and leave your shit all over the street and in front of his building to prove a point? The point that you proved was that you’re a bunch of trashy ass women, complaining because your damn feelings were hurt. Wearing Vaginas on your head? Seriously? If a man were to wear a penis on his head, would that offend you too? More than Half of the women marching were too damn young to even know what the hell they were marching for, let alone what they were protesting against. It’s ridiculous. What are you protesting? Democracy? The one thing that our Great Nation is built on. He’s not stealing your rights and slapping you back into the 40s and 50s. President Trump hasn’t even really had that chance to do anything and because you think he’s going to hurt your feelings, you’re running the streets, leaving trash everywhere? That’s not classy. One thing I will commend these ladies on was that they didn’t destroy anything that I saw or heard about in the news. They got that going for them. But screaming obscenities doesn’t help your case. You’re blaming him for shit that hasn’t even happened. He’s been our President and yes OUR PRESIDENT (If you live in America and are a U.S. Citizen, guess what dumb ass, he’s your president) for 5 days. How could it possibly be his fault that the school system is messed up? Or the multiple other things you’re blaming him for.SOMEONE EXPLAIN THIS TO MEEEE!!!!! It’s not his fault. Stop being a bunch of whiny ass babies and face it. Instead of fighting against the rest of the country, try working together….since you’re all about equality, right?

Let me make some thing very clear to all you women that want to fight for equality…if you can’t handle it, DON’T ASK FOR IT!!!! Men are going to treat you like that treat their buddies. That means don’t start bitching when he says something you don’t like. You want equality, be ready for a bunch of dick jokes mixed in with farts that I am almost certain could’ve ended with a shit streak from eating taco bell after a drunken night out with friends. Don’t bitch and complain when you have to do some hard manual labor and then complain because your nail got messed up because you lifted a board or whatever it was. You want equality be ready to put in the same amount of effort that is needed to fulfill those tasks. Don’t complain, just shut up and do your job. Men don’t get up at 5 am to start doing their hair and make up so that another guy will tell them that they are pretty and/or try to get attention.

You want equality, don’t expect a guy to jump through hoops to try and impress your dumb ass on a date because you’re a woman. Where’s the equality in that? “I have tits and vagina, buy me dinner”, how about you buy your own damn dinner. Don’t expect him to pick up the tab. Don’t expect him to buy you flowers on valentines day, because you’re a woman. Don’t expect him to buy you a $2000 wedding band when you buy him a $200 wedding band. You’re not special. Don’t ask for something you aren’t ready to receive. Equality comes with burdens so get ready to pull your big girl panties on and act like an adult instead of a bunch of spoiled ass brats that think the world is going burn because Killary didn’t win. (AND YES I MEANT TO PUT THAT!!!)

You can’t blame other people for your problems. Grow the hell up. If you don’t want to get pregnant, use protection. Don’t abort your child afterwards because you messed up and forgot to take the pill. President Trump isn’t going to come into your house and demand you not do this and that. Stop blaming him. I am PRO LIFE. I don’t care if you are or not. I don’t care about your opinion of me. I have my views, just like you have yours. Moving on…I believe that Abortion is Murder. Period. You are killing a human. Period. I do however understand that in some cases an abortion is needed. I Get that, I also get that some people are just freaking selfish and don’t want a child. Guess what, that’s what adoption is for. There are plenty of people out there that would kill for a baby because of unforeseen circumstances and they cannot have children. It’s one thing if the pregnancy poses a threat to you. It’s another to do this for selfish reasons.

As for the healthcare stuff…I feel he’s making it better. You are entitled to your own opinion. Again, I don’t really care what you think, mostly because I didn’t ask.

Having Madonna as a spokeswoman and threatening the President shows just how weak all of you really are. It’s sad. I lost respect for her along with the other women that were up there. It’s one thing to fight for women’s rights but none of our rights are being taken away…so what is it exactly that you’re marching for? How Pathetic!


I copied this from a woman living in this country. I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling this.

I am not a “disgrace to women” because I don’t support the women’s march. I do not feel I am a “second class citizen” because I am a woman. I do not feel my voice is “not heard” because I am a woman. I do not feel I am not provided opportunities in this life or in America because I am a woman. I do not feel that I “don’t have control of my body or choices” because I am a woman. I do not feel like I am ” not respected or undermined” because I am a woman.
I AM a woman.
I can make my own choices.
I can speak and be heard.
I can VOTE.
I can work if I want.
I control my body.
I can defend myself.
I can defend my family.
There is nothing stopping me to do anything in this world but MYSELF.
I do not blame my circumstances or problems on anything other than my own choices or even that sometimes in life, we don’t always get what we want. I take responsibility for myself.
I am a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend. I am not held back in life but only by the walls I choose to not go over which is a personal choice.
Quit blaming.
Take responsibility.
If you want to speak, do so. But do not expect for me, a woman, to take you seriously wearing a pink va-jay-jay hat on your head and screaming profanities and bashing men.
If you have beliefs, and speak to me in a kind matter, I will listen. But do not expect for me to change my beliefs to suit yours. Respect goes both ways.
If you want to impress me, especially in regards to women, then speak on the real injustices and tragedies that affect women in foreign countries that do not that the opportunity or means to have their voices heard.
Saudi Arabia, women can’t drive, no rights and must always be covered.
China and India, infantcide of baby girls.
Afghanistan, unequal education rights.
Democratic Republic of Congo, where rapes are brutal and women are left to die, or HIV infected and left to care for children alone.
Mali, where women can not escape the torture of genital mutilation.
Pakistan, in tribal areas where women are gang raped to pay for men’s crime.
Guatemala, the impoverished female underclass of Guatemala faces domestic violence, rape and the second-highest rate of HIV/AIDS after sub-Saharan Africa. An epidemic of gruesome unsolved murders has left hundreds of women dead, some of their bodies left with hate messages.
And that’s just a few examples.
So when women get together in AMERICA and whine they don’t have equal rights and march in their clean clothes, after eating a hearty breakfast, and it’s like a vacation away that they have paid for to get there…
This WOMAN does not support it.


I’m going to bed now….the amount of stupidity shown by women in that march is exhausting. Good Night all!

Well…Holy Moly!!!

I have been missing in action, unintentionally. It has been so crazy around here lately, trying to get so many projects done before the winter weather hits. We have had so many projects going at one time that  I feel like I have been neglecting the inside of the house at times. And then I most certainly have been neglecting this whole blog thing. Sorry Guys!!!

So in the time since I last posted many things have happened. We have changed the venue of our wedding to our friends’ place down the road. They were super awesome and decided to let us have our wedding over there. More land and more room to have a comfortable ceremony and reception. She is also helping me plan our wedding along side my maid of honor helping me with her busy schedule as well. It is definitely a lot of work making sure everything gets done the way it should be.

I have reconnected with some of my family and we have grown somewhat closer and I am so blessed to have them back in my life. It was nice to actually get a chance to talk to them about everything and rebuild what has been lost for so long due to inaccurate information and untruthful people.

Out Daughter was bit by a brown recluse and we have had to deal with that whole issue. It sucks. She’s in pain and I can’t take it away from her. I feel like I am failing. Even though, I know there is nothing that I can do for her except make sure that she gets everything she needs to help her heal properly.

I have started selling Scentsy ( Growing my small business alongside my full time job which I am praying to promote into a new position soon! I am so excited.

Our new office/studio is finally done and it’s time to paint. At the moment, we have one coat of Killz on it and are about to start on the actual painting portion of it. We went and picked some awesome paints today and we are super happy! I had my “holy Cow…really?” moment in the middle of Lowe’s today. When I was a little girl, I had a dream that I was standing in the middle of a hardware store picking out paint colors. Today, that happened! DEJA VU MOMENT!!! Today, I was standing in the middle of Lowe’s picking out paint colors for several rooms in our house. I just stood there and hugged my husband because everything felt so right. This is where I was meant to be. I am so happy.

Well…until next time…hopefully sooner than later.

God Bless

-Munchkin Momma


Wedding Planning Journey

imageAs you all know, I am planning our wedding. We are getting married in April. We are so excited. But let me tell you this…This is one of the most STRESSFUL things I have ever done. It really is so much funwatching all of it come together slowly but surely. We still have so much to do though. We picked a caterer: deposit done. My wedding dress: ordered. My wedding boots: bought. Photographers: booked, the colors: picked, the invitations: Ordered, addressed and ready to send. But man, oh man, is this stressful. It is mostly not knowing what can go wrong between now and then.We still have so much to do.

Recently, I went into Cavender’s here in our town. It’s a small Cavender’s, it doesn’t have the big women’s selection that the bigger ones have. Treasures of a small town. But, I got the job done. I made the decision to wear boots a while ago. I want the rustic and country feel to our wedding. We are getting married here on our family farm. You can’t get more rustic than that. I have this vision of what I want to look like on our wedding day and honestly I will probably change my mind about 17 times between now and then about my hair, but I am determined to wear boots. So as I am standing there in front of shelves upon shelves of boots that I really like, I start kind of freaking out. The girl that was working comes over and asks if I need any help, as if I wasn’t making this hellacious on myself already. Goodness, now I get to bring in a recruit for my indecisive mind. LOL! She had no idea what she was getting herself into. I looked at her and asked if she could tell. lol! I was lost. I knew what I wanted just couldn’t find and she takes me to another wall of just shelves and shelves of boots. She takes one off the shelf and I try it on and as soon as that happened, I fell in love with those boots. So comfortable and exactly what I was looking for. I walked out of there not so flustered about that anymore. She was a great help. I was so picky as to match my dress and not clash. It almost went full crazy! You don’t ever go full crazy! LOL!!!

SO…I walk out happy with my boots. My NEW worry, I need cute boot socks to wear with them so they look cute in the pictures lol! Goodness!

We had our wedding cake tasting and I could’ve picked just about all the cupcakes for my wedding lol! I love sweets, especially a cake that is as delicious as the ones that our baker makes. This wasn’t the first time that we had any of the sweets that she makes. But it was the first time that we had tasted these flavors. I was thoroughly impressed. We are simple people and we wanted the simple cake. So vanilla and chocolate marble it is with vanilla and strawberry filled cupcakes.

Most of all, it’s getting the small things done and ready to go. Shirts and dresses, boots for all the kids. And I have the most amazing friend that is letting us use her giant yard to have our wedding. So that’s always exciting. Our wedding won’t be huge but it will be special. I’m thoroughly excited and very blessed.

Thanks for the read.

God Bless

-Munchkin Momma

What to do when…


What do you do when you child comes to you and she’s questioning her faith?

Meet our oldest..our ten year old daughter. She’s hitting puberty, she’s struggling with who she is, she’s trying to be more grown up than she really is because she’s the oldest of our four children. There is a stress on her to be an example because the younger three look up to her. She’s trying to learn how to be a young lady, she likes trying to figure out how I cook and clean. She doesn’t get that it takes much much more. She has always loved Jesus. She thrives in church. She reads her bible. She memorizes her verses for Sunday school. She loves knowing we are going to church on Sundays. She gets upset on the occasional Sunday that we may have to miss because I may have to work or one of us is too sick to make that appearance in church.

This week we were faced with her not understanding why she couldn’t hear God anymore. She wasn’t sure why after all this time, why she doesn’t feel him.

So how in the world do I as a mom deal with this?

It started out like a normal day, she went to school, came home, all the normal stuff. That evening our eight year old came to me and said that our oldest had been upset and saying she isn’t sure that she believes in God anymore. Well, this stopped us both in our tracks because she had never expressed this to us before. So, I sent our eight year to go get her. When she came in the room, we had her sit and explain to us what was going on. She said that she hadn’t heard God in a while and she was struggling. And that she had some bad dreams about her daddy getting hurt. (We have been dealing with a bacterial infection, not sure what from, but it seemed to have happened around the time he was on some medication that could have killed some good bacteria that is in his intestines). She was not aware of this and just knew that he was going to the doctor. She then broke down in tears and I sat there breathless and stunned, no words, just unsure what to say.

Then it hit me. What did both my nana and my husband tell me when I was struggling with my faith as an adult because I wasn’t sure why I was going through the things I was going through? They both said in not so many words….

“When everything is quiet and you can’t hear God, it doesn’t mean that He is not there. He is listening and He is with you. Sometimes there are things that try and fight you when everything is okay to try and tear you down. When you are firm in your Faith, something will try and destroy it. Satan will always try to let doubt enter your heart. And when it comes time to fight him, God is there with you. He is teaching you…strength, patience, understanding, and most importantly…Faith. Faith in Him, in you, in your support system.”

Then we prayed and few days later we watched God’s Not Dead 2 and it was reiterated for her.


Even when God is quiet, He is there. Listening, waiting, and teaching. You are loved. Never forget that.

-Munchkin Momma

Our First Day of School Adventure



So…our first day of school adventure started off very interesting. I was supposed to get up at 5 am with my wonderful husband to make it to the gym…DIDN’T HAPPEN! He had food poisoning the day before and still felt like crap. So, I let him rest while I laid there staring at the ceiling. Around 545, I finally got up and started to make breakfast for my four snot nosed burger monsters and make their lunches knowing dang well they don’t even get up for another hour. At this point, I’m trying to figure out why I am even doing this WITHOUT my morning coffee…I make coffee. HAHAHAHA. My alarm goes off at 645 am, scaring the crap out of me as well as reminding me that I need to get the kids up for school because it is our oldest son’s very first day of school ever! He wasted no time making sure he was putting his outfit from the night before that he so carefully laid out. He’s 4 and cares very deeply about those kinds of things lol. all the kids are up and I have to make sure they brush their hair and teeth and preferably not with the same brush to do both. lol. They had to let the dogs outside so they could go potty, get all their stuff together for school, as well as help with the morning farm chores. Not a big deal at all. We got this down pretty good until something like food poisoning keeps a family member down and out for the count. *ding ding ding* We got to do this all without the daddy…we managed! So daddy has to get up because he is going to help me take all four of these little monsters out. Three are going to school and one to the new sitter whom he absolutely adores. He loves going to her house. So…we do this. And of course, the worst part is yet to come. Our 4 year old is starting Pre-K. Our oldest runs off to her class room after she gives me love. Our youngest daughter runs off to her classroom after she gives me love. Our oldest son…the 4 year old in our life is ready to practically run away from me to his classroom. He did take a picture with me and was all kinds of excited because I got his new ninja turtle shell backpack in the picture. He put his backpack up and then went and found a chair, but guess what? No love for momma. He was so excited to be at school he totally forgot about me. He did give me a hug when I asked for it and then he gave me a kiss and told me that he would miss me. That made me happy. Then I got to the car and practically broke down on my husband’s shoulder because my baby boy didnt need me anymore. What the heck? Why do they have to grow up? But I was happy that he wasn’t like the other kids that practically had a melt down in the class because his mom was leaving him. So, I can’t complain too much. They all had a good day and they thoroughly enjoyed being at school.


Thanks for reading about our adventure!

God Bless

-Munchkin Momma

Broken Silence

TRIGGER WARNING!!!! This is going to be a rant and I am breaking my silence.

I, myself, am not very political. I am more into the things I can to better myself and be more efficient on our farm. I am more worried about my kids and my husband. I am more focused on going to church on Sundays and making sure I get to work on time. I am focused on my family life as you can clearly tell in all the things I write about. So this may be a shocker but I am breaking my silence. Just FYI, this will not be very lady like or Christian of me. And Lord I hope you can forgive. AMEN!

I don’t get flustered easily when it comes to whatever the hell is going on with politics. I have kept my mouth shut about all this nonsense going on for a while. I have listened to my husband go on and on about the movement to ban guns and all these stupid gun free zones. First off, I don’t think any cop in their right mind would be willing to walk into a home and say “Hey Man, Hillary says you gotta give up your guns.” My response…F YOU IN THE A!!! Get the hell out of here. No one is going to come into my house and deny me the right to protect my family against anyone foreign or domestic. SCREW THAT SHIT!!! No one else can have weapons except the person that protects you in the white house. What the hell ever! We live out in the country….WE ARE 911!!!! No cop in town is going to make it to our house in time. What do you want me to do…invite the burglar in for tea before I get robbed and/or raped, or my kids get harmed, God forbid my husband not be home…You are out of your ever lovin’ mind if you think I am just going to hand over my guns. Go screw yourself.

Safe spaces, really? Life, itself is going to smack you right in the face. It’s not bright sunshine and unicorns puking rainbows. It’s crazy hard. So what if you get your feelings hurt. Grow up. Life is going to kick your ass over and over and over…deal with it. You are an adult. Quit hiding behind your mom’s skirt. Cut the apron strings and stand on your own. Quit being a big baby and whining like a little girl because someone said something mean. My daughters are tougher than you and they aren’t even out of elementary school. WIMP!!!!

And Black lives Matter…okay? Because your life is any more important than mine, NO! Sorry to rain on your parade…It’s not. I’ve watched so many videos over the last two days where little wanna be thugs, try and beat up innocent people because they want to fit in. I watched this “thug” attack an innocent Asian guy for the delivery food. The “cameraman” was egging it on. “Push him again.” Until he got his ass beat by the Asian guy…guess who jumped in…A BLACK COUPLE…wondering what the hell this kid was doing…if he had gotten shot and killed, we would’ve only seen that he was loving and caring and loved his family and was a “good” student in school. Yada yada yada…*cough bullshit cough* I just watched him try to jump an innocent man because his little fat pudgy ass thought it was cool. Black lives aren’t any more important than white lives, blue lives, purple lives, green lives. Pretty sure God does not discriminate. I am HISPANIC (MEXICAN), you don’t see me whining like a little punk because I am not on food stamps and my “monthly” check ain’t coming in…I work for everything I have. I AM a Minority…I don’t expect handouts. I have  a career and support my kids. I watched a video today of a girl that has 4 kids, unmarried, and has been on welfare for 12 years…Where does this become okay? When asked if she was okay with this…no hesitation, she said yes. She gets a monthly check…you know what that sounds like….a lazy piece of crap living off my tax dollars because of an unwillingness to do anything else but get a check from the state. The white side of my family didn’t own slaves, I don’t think any black person can use that damn excuse anymore…you didn’t live through it. I don’t owe you shit and I don’t feel bad for it. I didn’t do anything wrong to you and neither did my family. Black people were sold into slavery to white people by other black people…bet that wasn’t spoken of. I don’t think anyone deserves a handout regardless of color, if they are so unwilling to help themselves. That is just so beyond ridiculous.

Then you have Hillary Clinton and her bullshit….SERIOUSLY? Who in their right mind who vote for a woman that was the reason behind innocent men dying, you have got to be the dumbest idiot on the face of the planet. She rigged her way into the position she is in now…you really want to have THAT run our freaking country??? Are you serious right now? That alone says she can’t be freaking trusted!!! This election is seriously a battle between two evils and the vote is going to come down to who is the lesser of these two evils and in all honesty, if you don’t see that Hillary is definitely the more evil one…you are blind as a bat. Pathetic! I’m done with my rant. I’m gonna go kiss my kids good night and cuddle with my husband…I really wish all the ignorance would just subside. It’s so irritating.


Lord, forgive me for this rant. You made me a strong woman and I needed to say it. Thank you for this beautiful, blessed life you have given me. Amen.

God Bless Guys

-Munchkin Momma

what does being submissive really mean?




This is a subject that on more than one occasion starts an argument in a household…it did at one point in my relationship, sometimes still does. I’m going to try to explain it a little bit.

What does being submissive really mean? This is an interesting subject to speak about because many men and women don’t completely understand what it means to be submissive without giving up dignity. Being submissive does not mean that you have to be a doormat or that you put your feelings and thoughts aside like they don’t matter. Being submissive does not mean that men are to manipulate and control women by any means. Or that men are to overlook their obligation to care for and love his wife. This does not make you a slave to your husband.

It means that you give your husband the role that God gave to men. Men are to be the leaders of the family. Women are to be caregivers. But this doesn’t mean that you as a woman just don’t have a say at all. You do. In order for a marriage to work properly, you two have to work together as a team. Our bible does not say you have to be completely mindless to submit to your husband. I am a strong minded woman and I make decisions but I also ask my husband for his opinion, just as he does from me. It takes a woman that is humble and full of grace to do this. I am that way but I am also hardheaded and was raised to stand my ground or to hold my own in an argument. I am no where near perfect but the Lord didn’t say I had to be. Marriage, the way that God designed it is that one returns love for love and service for service. You two love and sacrifice for one another very differently. Husbands submit to their wives by protecting, cherishing, and serving them. Wives submit to their husbands out of of love and respect for him, meaning you let him lead (not always easy). But he also shows that your opinions matter as well and doesn’t just make decisions without you.

This is where in today’s society where it becomes hard to understand. Some men take it as you are supposed to just agree with whatever he says and that’s the bottom line. That is not how it is meant to be by any means. God did not mean that men are better or more superior to women. I had this conversation with a friend of mine last night. We both agreed that our husbands are the head of our families. We also agreed that our husbands are submissive to us as well, but in different ways. We, as women, are capable of making decisions by ourselves, it is mostly when we are making big purchases, “big ticket” items, where we ask our spouse what they think and if it is okay. We don’t need permission to buy pine-sol to mop the floors or groceries. Or things we want to buy such as a new dress or in my case, new pants when I lose enough weight to need them. Our husbands, yes, are the head of our families, but they do not treat us as if they are beneath us. We are equal in the sense that we, together are a united front, as she put it. We are a team, we work together towards a common goal. My money isn’t just my money and his money isn’t just his money. It is our money. We may have separate banks accounts but we both spend an equal amount of money and neither one of us wants for anything. He gives me money when I ask for it and I give him money when he asks for it. We both share the work load around the house. We both cook and clean. We both raise our kids. My friend’s family works in the same way. We became one flesh. We act as so. Together we build and raise this family.

Ephesians 5:21-33 English Standard Version (ESV)

21 submitting to one another out of reverence for Christ.

Wives and Husbands

22 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. 23 For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior. 24 Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit in everything to their husbands.

25 Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, 26 that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her bythe washing of water with the word, 27 so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.[a] 28 In the same wayhusbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. 29 For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church, 30 because we are members of his body. 31 “Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.”32 This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to Christ and the church. 33 However, let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband.


God Bless

-Munchkin Momma

Living with an intorvert…

So, my husband wanted me to read an article earlier that he found on twitter. So I did. It was about the differences between introverts (him) and extroverts (me). I have known that he was an introvert since we met. I just didn’t understand what it truly meant to be with an introvert.

He wanted me to read this article to kind of further understand that he didn’t make this choice to be this way. It’s the way his brain works. Not just because he has a genius IQ level, but his brain truly does not function the way mine does and I have had a hard time completely understanding it.

He and I are so a like yet so different at the same time. He is a home body, I am as well but I also like going into town to do things with the kids or to go do something just for us. I am a woman after all, lol. He, would much rather watch movies at home, I like this also, but I as an extrovert also enjoy going to enjoy the buttery sweetness of movie popcorn while being able to enjoy watching a movie on a ginormous screen. He hates going to the store, I don’t really mind it. I like shopping, he hates it! I like gatherings with our friends, although he can only handle a handful of all of us together at a time. It drains him and I didn’t really understand what it meant until about a year ago. We were having a party for our daughter here at home. Slowly our guests started showing up and I noticed that he slowly starting getting a little more panicked. He didn’t really show it too much, he didn’t want our daughter to notice, I’m assuming. By the time we had a full house, I could tell he was ready for them to all go away and he wanted to go in the room and just relax. I didn’t full understand it until I started doing some research on the difference between us. I thrive when we have guests. I am a social butterfly and he is the opposite but not quite a hermit. This was the first time I had seen that it really bothered him and maybe I should try to help.

Getting used to this has been a process…I am spending the rest of my life with this man and it is something that I have to accommodate. It’s not something I can just push aside and hope it goes away. He has come out of his shell somewhat in the last year. I don’t push anymore like I used to. I used to want him to get over it and just do it. I was very pushy, not completely understanding why he couldn’t just put it aside and do this or that with me. After a lot of reading, I understand it now and I understand that I will never be able to change him. It’s in his brain and how he functions. I have come to terms with that and I don’t try to change him. I work around it. We do smaller get togethers and they don’t last as long so that it doesn’t completely drain him. I don’t push him to go do things outside the house with the kids. We have found fun ways inside to keep ourselves entertained and I have to say I much rather enjoy it as just us and not a bunch of people crowding us. He seems to like it much more that way. I don’t push for him to go to the mall with me. I take the girls instead. And if he does go, we don’t stay long. He enjoys that too.

It takes patience but when you love someone…it’s worth it.


God Bless

-Munchkin Momma

The Secret life of….Mommas


*Dramatic Music* Funny title huh? lol

We all have those moments when we want to grab a glass of wine, sit down, and watch a movie…So we wait until the kids are down, we pop that DVD in the player, grab a blanket, cuddle up on the couch, and get nice and comfy with our glass of whatever it is that night….the movie starts and BAM…..we hear one of babies…that’s the story. LOL!

We, as moms are exhausted and that is something that neither dads nor our friends without kids will ever understand. We are ALWAYS exhausted. I am fairly young. I’m 26, 4 (5, counting the husband, lol) kids, full time job, family farm, and a bunch of housework to keep up with, not to mention the cat and the two dogs we have which are kind of just like kids…I am always exhausted and I always want a nap…my goodness what I would do for a nap in the middle of the day. I know for sure that I am not the only one that feels this way. I can name off a handful of mommas who would kill for a girl’s day.

You ever wonder what we do when we are away from the kids and we can sit there without our little snot nosed booger monsters tugging at our clothes, saying mom, momma, mommy, mom…lol. We enjoy the quiet. We sit there and realize that we don’t have to answer any questions like, “Can we have candy or a snack?” “Can we have this?” “Can we have that?”, and then there is the “But mmmoooommm” afterwards when they don’t like our answers. We think…yes us women are dangerous thinkers…but we do it. Our minds get the best of us. We attempt to have adult conversations when we aren’t talking about all the cute things our kids did this week…lol. Go figure huh? Our worlds really do revolve around those kids!

On the rare occasion we get some time to ourselves we are longing for a nap or some really strong coffee…Or maybe something stronger. Tonight like many other nights, I am exhausted and my little monsters are full of energy. I’m sitting here thinking I wish I had that much energy as I down my gallon of coffee! lol…it’s really only a 20 oz cup! Don’t judge me! In the rare occasion we can make it to the nail salon to do something with our horrendous nails (fingers and toes), we are hoping that that massage chair gets right between our shoulders. There are many days we could go for a massage. We really do need it. I literally beg my husband to rub my feet and he HATES feet…so the answer is usually NO…BOOOOOOOO!!!!! He does rub my back sometimes…well his version of a back massage which consists of him running his fingers across my back ever so gently. I cherish it all because I know he really doesn’t want to do it. We long for breakfast in bed or someone to make dinner for us. We wish someone would clean the house really good just one day. But, we as women and moms know that no one else can do it as well as we can because we know how we want our house. We long for a date with our husbands. heard it, well read it! We want to go on dates with our husbands/boyfriends/Significant other. We want to enjoy a dinner with just the two of us. We need it. Although when I go out on a date with my husband, we usually sit in quiet….I think we just enjoy that we don’t have four little monsters screaming for us or making lots of noise.

We, Moms, also realize that one day our kiddos won’t be so little anymore and then we want to be around them again because we don’t want to miss a single thing. And then it is a never ending cycle of how we want peace and quiet…but not too much. Lol.

Hope you enjoyed my funny random thought of a blog.

God Bless

-Munchkin Momma