Welcome! My name is Sarah. I am many things. I am sometimes a Nurse (at least that’s what I have a degree in), I am a makeup junkie and Younique Presenter, I am the daughter to an amazing woman, mother to my own brood of boys, and striving to be a supportive military wife.
Here is what I am not. I am NOT talented. I have a husband who succeeds at everything he sets his mind to. I have a sister in law who has a way with words and writes superb short stories. I also have a photographer sister who actually had to set this site up for me so that I could “just blog”. I fail at a lot of things in life but I am learning not to take myself so seriously. In fact, lots of my daily failures are pretty humorous. So humorous that I wanted to take the time to document them as memories and share them with others. So here I am, a blogging woman!
So today, like most, I failed at parenting. It’s a daily occurrence. Proof of my failure as a parent was that these were things I had to say :
- “Don’t put candy on your penis”
- “You have a finger nail caught in your arm hair”
These were things my children said to me:
- “I have poop on my finger”
- “I peed in the bath tub”
- “I want the chocolate applesauce” (his way of making pudding sound healthy)
I also failed at being a good house guest. For the past 3 weeks we have been living in limbo with my in laws. We moved out of our home in the beginning of January so that we could rent it out while we were in Alabama while Ryan, my husband, goes through flight school starting February 1st. It’s tough, living with someone else. I am not sure what is worse, living in someone else’s personal space, or having someone live in yours. My in laws are practically saints and I am a hot mess 24/7. No denying it now. Over the past 3 weeks they have seen my true colors. It’s not pretty.
I have learned that a mother is a mother forever and I am blessed with the greatest mother in law on Earth. I believe this because I feel we have so much in common. However, it’s hard to BE mothered at 31 and often I think my need to be independent could be misconstrued as ungratefulness and therefor I failed at being a grateful house guest. I hope my in laws can look past this chaotic time and love me still. Perhaps a little distance will make the hearts grow fonder again.
Tomorrow we start our road trip to Alabama. My own mother will be traveling with us and staying for an undetermined amount of time. I am praying I don’t fail her as a gracious hostess during this stressful time. Another thing I fail at continually, coping with stress. Our current travel plan is to wake up early, drive 3 hours, break for lunch and a few hours of play, drive 3 hours and stay at our halfway point over night. We will repeat the following day until we reach our final destination.
My mother and I have prepared small wrapped gifts for the boys to open every half hour in the car to keep them entertained along the way. There are also lots of snacks available. There will be a cooler full and Diet Coke and Snickers bars to help me maintain my sanity as well. Praying I don’t fail as a good driver tomorrow.
Speaking of prayers. Here is the thing about failing. I believe in God who blesses me with a new day, every day. No matter how I fail, God’s grace covers me. I am incredibly thankful for my failures. Failures make memories to laugh at and experiences to learn from. I am excited to share them with you along the way!