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30 Ways I’ve Survived 7 Years of Being A Full Time Mom & Blogger

In my book, there are no shortcuts. Sometimes, I do believe I’ve gone the long way but in the end, I’m right where I need to be.

  1. Remember the old saying “Keep It Simple Stupid”
  2. Drinking Coffee (but not too much) really helps me
  3. Audio Books when I’m running low on reading fuel
  4. Telling Myself its okay to make mistakes
  5. Even If I’m A day late -its never to late to edit
  6. Plenty of water
  7. If I’m writing by 5:am take mini naps throughout the day
  8. On days I can’t find the words- Make lists
  9. Remember to open a window, let the airflow
  10. Neat spaces,
  11. When you can’t write- draw or color with the kids
  12. Make art Sandwiches with the kids
  13. Live by the seven hugs a day (my house rule) -mood booster
  14. Using Affirmations before Showering
  15. Listening to My Elders Tell Stories
  16. Plenty of Laughter Please
  17. Beatboxing with my kids so fun
  18. Family Meditation time & Morning Prayers
  19. Starting a home garden with kids takes the stress out of writing
  20. Running or Yoga made a huge difference
  21. Long baths with rose petals and soft music
  22. Finding artists groups for both writers and kids
  23. NaNoWriMo National Novel Writing Month(November)
  24. NaPowriMo National Poetry Writing Month(April)
  25. Writing Letters To Myself
  26. Little Hobbies that aid in healing
  27. Going to Bookshops
  28. Supporting Other Writers
  29. Re-reading Favorite Books
  30. Placing my hand on my heart- mini 5-second breathing

(feel free to share your tips on blogging and writing)

Kindness sister Krissy

A Drop of Spilled Milk

Yesterday I felt like my writting had hit a snag, okay, okay a slump. What- ever this is, I know can write my way out. God always makes a way out. Now that ‘s not to say, there isn’t spilled milk or crying, going-on over here. I’ve done plenty. As the old saying goes, no need crying over spilled milk. I guess the writer forgot to add, when there is spillage and honey there will be spillage.

Nobody knows how far the spill spreads, a little here, a little there. Feels like I’m swimming around in it. One small drip into a thousand more, cascades off the light pink-brown table down onto the brown rustic wooden legs seeping into kitchen cracks. I’m running around looking for a clean dish rag. Why? I don’t know why?

I know this makes no sense but that’s just the way life is. There’s the car that won’t start so I walk my kids to the school bus, only to find the milk still leaking. My neighbor stops me to tell me, that the doctors have found a small tumor in her throat. Milk still leaking.

I just need God to come through, for my neighbor, my mom and everyone else around me, even those reading this right now.

As I’m cleaning and praying.

I couldn’t use my kitchen towels because my seven-year old’s glue stick project was fully occupied with slimy goo. Pasted in red letters, Happy Valentine’s mushed in-between.

I thought of the next best thing. Hey no judgment! These things happen, when the milk is being poured.

I found some old shirts, thick enough to absorb a gallon of -precious jewels like this.

There’s nothing reuse-able about God’s holy spirit

God I know you can hear it, the cry of your people

undeniable pounding

pouring out,
sounding like rain

heal us again

try us O’ God , somethings gotta give

if we can’t change the course

change the course of our heart

kindness sis, Krissy