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happy, healthy and honest: letting go of perfectionism

In the five minutes I have been sitting here staring at my screen searching for a place to start I’ve re positioned my keyboard, mouse and wrist rest multiple times, I’ve sipped my coffee and I’ve glanced over and over at the baby monitor almost praying Elias will wake up so I don’t have to write this right now.

That’s how uncomfortable imperfection (and talking about it) makes me.

I have always been an over achiever with perfectionist tendencies. My family knows it, my teachers used to comment on it and it has brought me to some really great places and some REALLY shitty places. (Scouts’ honor, there is absolutely no other way to describe those places.)

Most people don’t really understand the negative effects of perfectionism – because most people who have perfectionism are really good at hiding them. Struggles + failure = imperfection. And no self respecting perfectionist would EVER let those secrets see the light of day.

Lucky for you, I have no self respect. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Kidding. Totally kidding. But let’s chat anyway.
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toddler tuesdays: adventures in potty training

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Potty trained: having been taught to use the toilet. That is straight from the Merriam-Webster dictionary. Seems simple enough, yes?


We were newly married when a lot of our friends and family started having babies. We were then newly pregnant when a lot of those babies grew into toddlers. We were rookie parents when those toddlers started potty training. Having a newborn in diapers while watching other parents struggle with toddler toilets and floor pooping was a double edged sword – we were thankful we were not there yet (because we would have had absolutely NO idea what to do) but we were also well aware that our turn would come soon enough.

I’m willing to risk some backlash here because, let’s face it, I’m a mom and I will ALWAYS get some sort of backlash for some decision I make having to do with child rearing. (Let’s also have a reminder here that the moment you get pregnant, EVERYONE knows what to do better than you for ANYTHING having to do with pregnancy, child birth and being a parent.) Trust me, I’ve been there, I’ve heard it, I’ve dealt with it and at the end of the day I really don’t care. My child is healthy, happy, thriving and loved – that is ALL that truly matters.

Rant over. Back to potty training.
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june meal plan

Since we’re actively house hunting, I’ve been actively trying to whittle down my stockpile. Although I do plan my meals mainly around what I have on hand, last month I drifted a bit away from that, mostly likely out of pure rebellion due to quarantine. ๐Ÿ˜› So I’m back at it again this month in hopes that I can create a rather large dent in my stockpile before we have to move it all.

I technically only meal plan for a family breakfast on Sundays โ€“ the rest of the week is leftovers or other regular breakfast food (ie: bagels, cereal, pop tarts, etc.) We do weekly meal prep for lunches on Sundays โ€“ enough for five weekday lunches for two adults. Recipes marked with an asterik are recipes that I have made before and my family has deemed delicious! ๐Ÿ™‚
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lock down lift list

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This week has hit me pretty hard – I’ve had A LOT of emotional and physical ups and downs. I’ve been struggling to get my binge eating under control again and I’ve had next to no motivation to do anything at all.

But I think I’m getting into an upswing groove. I cleaned my desk off today (wiped it down and everything!), got some of the office picked up and got next months’ meal plan all sorted out. I have even managed to work out every single day and found that I can stream Botched for free. It’s the little things, ya’ll. ๐Ÿ˜‰

As my mood about lock down has relaxed a bit, I’ve found myself counting down the immeasurable amount of days until we can get back to our lives and getting psyched to be able to do the normal things we can no longer do under the current circumstances. (Funny how much you miss the days of toddler meltdowns in the grocery store and pleading for their cooperation with the reward of french fries.) Here’s what we’re looking forward to once lock down has been lifted:
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GLAMGLOW giveaway winner + 6 day mask sale!

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Hey, all! Hope everyone is doing fantastic this chilly Monday afternoon!

I just wanted to pop in really quick to announce Thursdays’ giveaway winner…

Congratulations, Magaidh! Hope you enjoy your GLAMGLOW Glow Essentials Kit! ๐Ÿ™‚

As luck would have it, I also received a sales notification in my inbox today from GLAMGLOW. They are hosting a “Daily Dose of Glow” mask sale for the next six days; each day will feature a different mask for 40% off. This is an incredible deal on some fantastic products!

Today’s deal is actually the product I reviewed on Thursday that inspired the giveaway: THIRSTYMUD. Seriously, this stuff is AMAZING! If you’re on the fence, go check out my review. ๐Ÿ™‚

Congrats again!

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glamglow thirstymud review, sale AND a giveaway!


(super attractive, I know! ๐Ÿ˜‰ )
waffle knit robe / GLAMGLOW THIRSTYMUD

I have always had crap skin care routines. I buy products because they’re cheap and promise me things that sound good.

Quarantine has given the opportunity (and time!) to really research, find and test products that I wouldn’t normally bother with or have never heard of.

First product in line for testing: GLAMGLOW THIRSTYMUD.
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saying goodbye to a man we never knew


Last Monday, I awoke to a text on my phone: “doc passed away”. I can’t say that I was shocked, sad or that I felt anything other than a tight, heavy ball in my stomach for the people his passing would affect. Namely, my stepmother – she is the only immediate family member surviving. (There are other family members surviving, but they were not ever a part of our lives.)

To be clear, Doc is my stepmother’s father, so technically my stepgrandfather. To my knowledge he only has one biological grandchild (whom I don’t believe I’ve ever met); there is one other stepgrandchild besides myself and my sister, but I don’t believe we’ve ever met him, either.

Are you beginning to understand the title yet?
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