I hate naps

“But I don’t want to take a nap!”

No, this isn’t my three-year-old talking. I mean, it is sometimes. But this was me, in the doctor’s office. While he was telling me that I am allowed, and probably should take naps.

I don’t like taking naps. I love when my children take naps. Just don’t tell me to do it. Even though, in this phase of life, I desperately, desperately need to take them. Almost daily. 

I hate them because I have a million other things I should be doing. Unload the dishwasher. Fold laundry. Vacuum. Mop. Get dinner ready. Play with my children. Weed and water the garden. Read one of the million books on my bookshelf. Clean off my desk. Finally finish the second daughter’s baby book. She’s three now. Sorry middle child. 

I hate them because I feel selfish taking time for myself when my kids are home. I hate taking naps when the kids are out of the house because that’s my free time to do all the things I can’t do when they are home. 

I hate them because it takes me an hour to fully wake up from the nap. Usually an hour spent playing on my phone or watching Netflix. Damn Netflix and your addictive shows. And damn the autoplay feature. 

But in this season of life, I get three things: my family, my work, and apparently, naps. 

“You’re a caregiver. You’re taking care of more things than you realize.” Thanks, doctor who I’ve never met before. Don’t make me cry in the exam room! 

I’ve been having some very annoying health issues the past few months. I’m exhausted. I have three children, ages 5, 3, and 1. I know I should be tired. But not THIS tired. Not “if I don’t get a nap right now I’m going to pass out” tired. I’m lightheaded. Not dizzy; just woozy. My vision has changed. I haven’t worn glasses since I worked in an office four years ago. I now need my glasses daily. I went to the optometrist in January. He told me I don’t need to go back for three years because my eyes haven’t changed. Except now they have. I’m going back next week. 

“Do I have a brain tumor?” I asked the doctor this morning. 

“Well, I don’t have x-ray vision, but I doubt it.” 


Besides permission to take naps, he gave me a few other tips: No phones or reading in bed. Also no TV in bed, but we don’t have a TV in our room, so no problemo. No eating two hours before bed (I’m not excited about this one).  Sleep with earplugs in and make my husband deal with any nighttime wakings (this one I love). Go for a walk, if I feel like it. Drink more water. Naps cannot be longer than 40 minutes.

So, I still don’t like taking naps, but for this season, I’ll suck it up, put on my eye mask, and nap when I can. Thanks, doc. 


Learning and Growing

Well my blog has been quiet lately, but that’s about it. It’s rarely quiet in my home! While my girls are at daycare this morning, I wanted to take a minute to talk about a couple things going on in my life.

First off, I started using essential oils about a year ago. Oh man, I’m a bit obsessed now. I just got back from my company’s annual convention. I didn’t know it was possible to love this company any more, but after seeing the amazing things they do throughout the world, I have so much respect for the company and its founders. So, be prepared to see me back to blogging, and incorporating essential oils into that!

If you’re interested in essential oils, you can contact me here. I’m always up for talking about oils and how they can enhance your life. 

Second, I have been working on getting my certification as a nutritionist. My goal is to have it done by Christmas, and that’s definitely within reach. It’ll probably happen sooner than that. 

THEN my goal is to write a cookbook!! All of the recipes will be migraine free! I am so excited to start it, but I really want to focus on my certification first. I have a list of a bunch of recipes to write. Let me know if you’d like to be a recipe tester šŸ˜‰ 

That’s all for now. I’m off to Do The Work! 


Hives are the work of the devil

Seriously. I had hives once, when I was 5 years old. I don’t remember it, thankfully. It was when we discovered I was allergic to penicillin. 

This recent medical mystery started on a Sunday morning. I woke up with a little stomach ache. I ate my usual oatmeal, then started getting nauseated. 

By 10 a.m., I thought I was going to pass out. Tunnel vision, sweaty and cold. My husband took me to the ER and they diagnosed me with gastritis, where the lining of the stomach is inflamed. I thought I was having a gallbladder attack. I’m still not convinced on the gastritis.

They gave me some meds and sent me home. A few hours later, I started having stabbing pains in my upper back. Definitely gallbladder, right? A heating pad stopped the pains, but then the hives came. Those terrible, awful, miserable hives!!

They started on the back of my neck. By morning they were all over my chest, shoulders, neck and forehead. Soon they were on my arms. I saw my doctor that afternoon and he prescribed me a steroid. 

But the itching didn’t stop. I was back in the ER Tuesday evening because the hives kept spreading and the itching was unbearable! This time I got Zantac to stop the itching, a shot of epinephrine, and another pill for itching. I was feeling gooood by the time we left! Epinephrine is something else! I’m pretty sure I could have lifted a truck. 

In the morning, the hives were back. 

I googled hives remedies. What worked best for me was to make a baking soda paste and slather it on. Really. I looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care. I dumped some baking soda in a bowl, added water, mixed it with my fingers and put it on every hive I could see. I’ll forewarn you ā€“ it makes a mess. Everywhere you go, you leave a dusty, white trail. There will be drops of white on the counter and floor where you apply it. But if you’re suffering with hives, you won’t care.

Tepid baths are also great. They are not enjoyable. I was shivering the whole time. But they make the itching stop! I never did the oatmeal bath, even though many people said it helps. 

And ice packs. Or just a bag of frozen veggies wrapped in a thin cloth. Anything that’s cold helps! Heat makes hives worse.

By Thursday evening, they seemed to have gone away. I woke up hive-free Friday morning! If I never have hives again, it will be too soon. 

We still don’t really know what caused my hives. At first we thought an allergic reaction to a medicine from the ER. Then we thought stress, or maybe it was just a virus that had to run its course. 

As my two-year-old said, “Mommy, I’m so glad you don’t have owwies on your face anymore.” Me too, kiddo, me too. 


Handmade Christmas Ornaments

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I don’t often get sappy, but Christmas is such a great time to reflect on the past year, everything we’ve done, and remember our friends and family. I love decorating my Christmas tree every year. It’s more than just making it look pretty. It gets me in the Christmas Spirit, and I can reminisce about the holiday seasons of the past.

For many years, my Aunt Debbie has made ornaments as Christmas gifts. And when I say “many years,” I’m talking over 20. When we were little, we’d open the bag, knowing an ornament was inside. We’d look at it, then dig through the bag to find the candy. Because there’s always candy šŸ™‚

My mom saved all of my ornaments, and a few years ago she gave them to me. 

Now when I decorate my Christmas tree, it’s really an Aunt Debbie tree. It’s a tree filled with handmade Santas, stars, angels, snowmen and more. There’s a few ornaments I’ve made, and a few others that were given to us. I love having a tree filled with memories, and not just pretty store bought baubles (even though some of them are really, really pretty!). 

Norah with ornaments
Unwrapping the handmade ornaments

Norah helped me decorate our tree this year. She loved playing with the ornaments. The angel got a lot of attention, and didn’t make it on to the tree for a couple days. She even took two ornaments to bed with her. 

I heard a rumor recently that Aunt Debbie wasn’t going to make any ornaments this year. WHAT!? I asked her immediately. It was, in fact, just a rumor. Ornaments have already been started. Phew! 

I love her tradition of making ornaments for everyone! I think it would be fun to make an ornament with the girls each year, and when they grow up and decorate their own trees, they’ll lovingly think back to the fun times we had making ornaments and their childhood Christmases. Hopefully šŸ˜‰

Ornament collage 2
A closer look at a few of Aunt Debbie’s ornaments. 

For Norah’s first Christmas, I made salt dough ornaments with her footprint. I made three, and gave one to each set of grandparents, and we kept the third one. This year I’ll do the same for Cece, and maybe do a handprint for Norah. Here’s the salt dough recipe I’ll be using. 

Norah's foot ornament
Norah’s footprint ornament

I also think these could be fun to make:

Candy Ornaments from Baby Rabies

Scrap Ribbon Tree Ornament from Fireflies and Mudpies

Glitter Twine Ball Ornament from The Thinking Closet

Do you have any Christmas traditions? Have you ever made your own ornaments?


Big News! And no, I’m not pregnant

I’ll start this post with a couple stories.

Shane had been gone on an overnight trip. Actually, a couple overnights. In a row. For weeks. 

Norah and I called him and talked for awhile. When we hung up, she said, “Mommy, where’s Daddy?”

“He’s at work.”

“But I want to give him a hug!”

Did your heart just break a little bit? Because mine did.

Story number 2:

Shane had been gone on all weekend. He was supposed to be home Monday, but got called out early that morning for a trip. 

Cece was fussing a bit, and Norah patted her tummy and said, “I know, I miss Daddy too. He’ll be home soon.”

Now your heart is definitely broken, right? 

So, what do you do when this happens to you? I’ll tell you what we did. 

We decided to move. Yep, that’s right. We’re moving!! Back to Shane’s hometown in the Black Hills! We’re going to live on the ranch he grew up on. We visit there several times a year, and it’s just, ah … words don’t do it justice, so here:

Deadhorse Canyon
Hiking in Deadhorse Canyon on my first trip to the ranch. 
The Samyon!
On Samyon Ridge, looking down on The Samyon. That’s short for Sam’s Canyon. I renamed it šŸ˜‰ 
Looking North
Looking North
Looking South
Looking South

It’ll be different. Really different. But good different! The town has about 900 people. The next closest town, where Shane will be working, has about 4,000. And it’s 30 minutes away. Shane will be working with his mom, who has her own Ameriprise office. 

The most often asked question I get when I tell people we’re moving is, “Will Shane still fly?” Not professionally. We would like to get a small 4 seater someday so we can all fit in it and he can still do what he loves. 

I’ll still stay home with the girls and Norah will probably take over the ranch šŸ˜‰ This girl, I tell ya, she LOVES the ranch. She’s always telling Grandpa it’s time to go check the cows, or feed the cows, or just ride around on the Ranger. And she loves helping Grandma pick tomatoes, carrots and potatoes in the garden. 

Oh, and I’m going to have to keep my eyes out for these guys:

Ranch 4 rattlesnake

Yep. That’s a rattlesnake. We walked by him TWICE before Shane’s sister noticed him. He was hanging out in a cave we were exploring. Sheila threw a rock at him to see if he was alive. He was. There are also mountain lions and black widow spiders to look out for.

We’re not moving until next Spring, but we’re very excited. Shane will be home every morning, and be there to help put the girls to bed every night. He’ll have holidays and weekends off. (He’s flown on Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentines Day and the Fourth of July. Not cool.) He loves flying, and the people he flies for, but being away from his family so often is just too hard for him (and the rest of us) to handle.

So, ranch life, here we come!!