Yesterday I posted a witty little image about Wonder Woman... funny. Because we all do it, right? We juggle 52,000 different tasks at once... wake up to wild kids in the baby monitor, make breakfast, get the kids fed & dressed... we're eating cold breakfast, drinking cold coffee, and scrolling Facebook while sending emails. (If we even get to breakfast for ourselves). We're packing lunches while we make dinner for the night. We're picking weeds while playing in the yard. Cleaning the house while a tornado of children blow through destroying your progress. If you're like me you work from home... so you do that while a child or two play in the background... causing you to stop every 5 minutes. 10 if you're really lucky.

We strategically schedule naps after lunch and before school, because it it gets pushed later than that the baby is extra crabby from a short nap, and then when the after school chaos begins so does the mommy meltdown. I cram as much sewing into that 3 hour nap time as I assume most people can sew in a week. (I have literally had multiple people say it took them a week or more to make a crib set... I can make 3 start to finish in 5 hours.) Then after school we rush for parent pickup, rush to the store (or post office) rush home to get a snack, take a few minutes to do whatever other important tasks are on the list... make dinner... clean up from dinner... more emails... snuggles... bed for kids... hours of work & homework... and around 2 or 3am I go to bed for the alarm to go off about 5 hours later. Wow. Everyday... literally EVERY DAY is like that in my house... every minute is crammed into the next... and if I stop to breathe or change plans it just means the next day is even more crazy! "Take a break," everyone says... but it is easier said than done. I am now the main financial provider with RockerByeBaby and the pressure is ON my friends. Constantly hustlin' to try to make a buck... And some days I just want to do what my friend Bonnie said... "Trying REALLY hard not to just say F*&% it and just go ahead and wear pearls while I iron S*&$ and make meatloafs and freaking cheeseballs and hand Bob scotch and slippers when he comes home at midnight." Right? Man... life of a working from home mom can be pure chaos. But working from home saves us thousands on day care right? Just don't put a price on our sanity... literally - please don't... because at this point its probably worth nothing. You know... because there is no more sanity. 

Some days I think - man... punching a clock every day would be so much easier than this. No more working round the clock... to avoid an unhappy customer... no more super late nights when I should be sleeping... but really, how boring. When I hit these walls of exhaustion mixed with insanity... I realize how much I thrive in chaos... somehow I am holding together a family and a business... both of which I have had a huge part in creating with my husbands help... I wouldn't have it any other way... I couldn't... and I am thankful every day that I wake up with another sale in the shop... a screaming kid in my baby monitor... and a cold cup of coffee by my sewing machine... Keep hustlin' mamas!

Everyone aslways asks me how I do it all... hahaha This made me laugh so I thought I would share with all the other Wonder Woman mama's out there and hopefully brighten up your Tuesday.

Dear Belly. 

The round, squishy, soft belly of my baby girl Rozzlyn. Girl, you've got curves for days and you have since the beginning... a plump little apple bottom and a tummy that would give Buddha a run for his money. I kiss it, I rub it, I tickle it, I blow raspberries on it, I love it. I hope you love it. You have no problem showing it off for all to see with a sweet little giggle and a poke of your button.

She thought she was quite the rebel standing up on the table... :/

I hope you always feel that way. I hope that of all the things I can teach you in life, that this one thing sticks. Love your belly. This is one of those perfectly hypocritical mom moments where I am begging you to do something that I am not very good at. But, be better than me. Love your belly. As you grow, just know that I don't care if you are a size 2 or a size 12... but I do care that you're happy. So, love your belly. There are a lot of people out there that will try to make you think you have to be something specific to be pretty, perfect, etc. Don't be perfect. Perfect is boring. Be you. Whatever that ends up being. Giving up everything that makes you happy to be a size 2 defeats the purpose... Maybe it is a cupcake at a birthday party... or butter on your popcorn. Be happy in that moment while you lick the frosting off your fingers. If you're a size 12 and rockin' those curves, be happy! If you aren't - then make a change. Your body image is so important. Let me specify here. Not other peoples OPINION of your body... but how YOU see your body. Its all that matters. If you love it - you will find friends and a future with those who love you exactly as you are.

Its something I have always struggled with and I truly hope that you never do. But, for you I am going to try to be better. I don't want to sit here telling you to love your body while I am the first to pick out my flaws. All it does is teach you that I don't really mean what I say - because deep down it still matters. 

My saggy stretch-marked belly is something I should be proud of... you and your brothers gave them to me. Someday, if you choose to be a parent and are lucky enough to feel what it is like to grow a person from within you... you will likely see the result of that.  But let me tell you - the easiest time to love your belly is when there is a baby growing inside of it! Having you three are the 3 greatest things I have ever done in my life. I wouldn't take it back for anything... stretch-marks and all... So from here on out I promise I will be better. I want you to love your belly, and I will learn to love mine. Loving your body is just one step closer to loving yourself. If you go into life with a positive body image and a positive attitude, its much simpler. When people put you down for being too skinny, or too fat, it doesn't matter because you love how you look and feel great in your skin. Just be happy, healthy, and love your belly. 

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