Tuesday, December 22, 2020


Next year (2021) is going to be a big year for me. Well, kind of. See, I decided to go back to school in 2017. I wanted to get my Associate's Degree finally. Hind sight - I should have just stayed in school back in 2000. So, stay in school kiddies!

Anyways. I started with just one class. I wanted to ease into juggling school, work, and kids. That went well, so I registered for two classes the next semester. That also went (mostly) well so I just kept plugging away at it. 

Well...guess what?! A couple of weeks ago, I registered for my last semester of school! Next spring, I will finally have my Associate's Degree (and my kids will have their mama back)! I'm so excited! Here's hoping all 3 classes go well!

What are you looking forward to next year? 

God bless,

Stacy B.

Monday, December 14, 2020


 I had planned for this post to go a much different direction. I had planned to jump on the 'Covid ruined everything this year' train and talk about how everything was just thrown for a loop.

But that just made me realize something. I'm definitely not happy with how it was all handled, but I'm thankful for this year. It has helped to remind me what is truly important. This year has not been easy by any means especially for my kids. They are all struggling with virtual school, but we are all thankful for the seven weeks of in person instruction they were able to receive. 

I'm looking forward to what 2021 has to offer...and I'm PRAYING that it is better than what 2020 has been. 

On that note...HOW ARE WE ONLY 17.5 DAYS AWAY FROM 2021?!


Slow down, time...

God bless--

Stacy B.

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Please don't give up on us

Anxiety and depression are liars. Big, big liars. That doesn't mean that the people dealing with them day in and day out don't start believing the lies at some point.

Just don't give up on us. Please.

We're going to withdraw. We're going to stop talking so much. We're going to avoid interaction if at all possible. But that doesn't mean we're not still fighting inside. If anything, those are the times we're fighting the hardest. We're trying to get out of our own head. We're tired. We've run the gamut of emotions, and we're trying to get to our new normal.

Please don't give up on us.

We need you. We need you to be there. To help without being asked. To know when to just walk away because the battle in our mind is just too intense, but to still be there cheering from the sidelines.

There will be times that we're jovial, and able to carry on a conversation without the nagging in the back of our minds.

But sometimes...

Some days (weeks, months, you name it), we clam up. We want to be left alone and supported from afar. Learn when to step in. Learn when to push. It may break us, but sometimes...

Sometimes that's what we need.

Please, just don't give up on us.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Michigan Winter

If you're from MI, you probably already know what direction this post is going to go. Michigan winters are crazy.


On my way to work the other day, I think I drove through 3 different seasons.


Yesterday, the day care center didn't have heat, so I had to leave work early to pick up the kids. No big deal. Except that it was the beginning of the insanity that has been the last two days...

Tuesday morning, I was trying to get my class assignments printed, but I didn't realize that the clock on my laptop was 10 minutes fast. The kids were playing, and I was working away. I looked at the clock and about freaked out when I saw that it was 7:58...or so I thought. I yelled to the kids to stop what they were doing and get their stuff on. They ran around frantically until Julia said "but mommy, it's 7:46!" Needless to say, the homework waited, and the kids and I were waiting for the bus with plenty of time! As I drove to class after work, I started having this "pure Michigan" moment.

See, we had started getting a nasty wintery mix of rain, sleet, a little snow, and some freezing rain.  My windshield was freezing as I was driving despite my defrost being on. I didn't have it as hot as it could have been, nor was the fan going full bore because I was hot! So, what does any Michigander do in that situation? Crank up the defrost as hot as it will go, with the fan as high as it will go...and put the windows down a little! Ha! That was repeated for my drive home, too.

Wednesday...Wednesday was special. All of that precipitation Tuesday night was all on top of the layers of packed down snow-turned-ice from prior days. School was canceled, so I made arrangements for the kids to go to day care. We all got ready to go, put everything in the truck, and headed out. The road didn't look nice, but it didn't look terrible so I skipped the 4wd.


Keep in mind, there's a guardrail blocking a sizable drop off on the other side of the road *just* past our driveway. I pulled out, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary...until the back end of my truck decided it needed to be in front of me. Thankfully I wasn't going fast at.all, and I hadn't quite gotten over the hump in the middle of the road or else we might have gone over the edge of that nice drop off. Anyways...the front of my truck wound up part way in the ditch facing my house, and all I could think was "I really hope no one comes down the road right now!" I put it in 4wd and started inching my way out of the ditch, and headed back to the house. We noticed a truck coming down the bigger hill, so we waited for them to make sure they made it ok. Once they went past, I managed to get out of the driveway and past the drop off. There was lots of slipping and sliding for the next half mile, but we eventually made it to the main road.

Needless to say, both mornings really got my heart rate going!

You know you live in Michigan when...

Stay safe, and God bless!
Stacy B.

Friday, May 18, 2018

Around the yard

Just took some pictures while wandering around the yard! 🙂

The weather here has been great!

Friday, January 5, 2018

Goals for 2018

I have my Year In Review post in the works right now, but it may take a while! One of these years, I’ll start my Year In Review at the beginning of the year and just add to it as I go...haha

Anyways. Some of my goals for 2018:

WORK ON MY BOOK!!! I barely touched it last year. :-(
Get healthy. I know, I cliche, but it needs to be done, and we’re going to do it as a family.
Try to get back to blogging again. Tried that in 2017 I think...and failed.
Get more focused at work.
Ok. This one is big... I got an A in my first class back to school last semester, so now I want an A in both of the classes I’m taking this semester.

Ok. There are a few other things, but that’s enough for now!

God bless,
Stacy B.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

I Feel So Defeated.

There are a lot of feelings that come along with being a parent.









Feeling lost.

And my latest (repeat) offender...defeat.

I just don't even know what to do or what to think anymore.

A while back, my youngest was diagnosed with an ear infection. No biggie. We started her on antibiotics, and they didn't work. I took her back to the doctor, and we started round two because both ears were "nasty". Her ears cleared up! Yay! Then, early last week, she started not wanting to eat very much. I didn't think anything of it because she goes through these spurts of not wanting to eat.

My son's winter coat went missing last Wednesday. We have no idea where it is. The school doesn't have it, the bus garage doesn't have it, the day care center doesn't have it, and obviously we don't have it. I really hope it was just that my son saw someone in need, and gave them his coat. Heaven help me if I find out that some kid just took his coat, or bullied it away from him.

The day after my son's coat went missing, my youngest was diagnosed with strep. I get it. Strep happens. Colds happens. We started round three of antibiotics (and we're still working on that round). What happened next, though, is what really ticked me off. She developed Hand Foot and Mouth Disease (HFMD). We have no idea if she picked it up at school, Religious Education, or day care. But either hasn't been fun. It's now Wednesday again, and her blisters are *just* healing up. I've missed three and a half days of work since last Wednesday, and one day of school.

Today, I kept my son (and my youngest...again) home from school. I had to take him to the doctor because he's had a few new symptoms pop up. Guess what...he has HFMD now, too! I really, really, really hopes my oldest doesn't get it. While there, the doctor asked me three times how I'm holding up.

I guess my stress and frustration is shining brightly through!

I really had high hopes for this school year. The oldest is in her fourth full year in this school, and my son is in his third. The youngest, though, is in her first year in the school. I was hoping that, having been in day care full time since I went back to work, her immune system would have been built up, but I guess I was wrong. Here's hoping that maybe next year is better, and that all the parents at the school actually follow the 24-hour rule. I get that a lot of parents work, because guess what! I do too! But my kids' health comes first, and I sure don't want to be the one responsible for someone else's child getting sick.

Anyways. It's already been a long day. I need to try to get some things done.

I'll try to keep up a bit better. (I've said that for a long time now, haven't I?)

God bless,

Friday, June 30, 2017

"Don't Worry, There Will Be More!"

But, what if there aren't?

What if the last birthday your child celebrated, was their last birthday?

Or your last birthday was your last birthday?

What if you celebrated your first wedding anniversary, only to have it be your last?

What if there weren't any more celebrations?

Somber though, that is.

Live life while you have it.

Love like there's nothing left...

Make sure those that you love know it.

Because one day, there won't be anything left...

This is your life. Your book. Write it your way.

Live your life so you're happy.

You only control yourself.

No one else.

So don't try to force your thoughts on others...let them live, too.

God bless.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Make Time to Slow Down

Hi there, long lost blog followers. I know I've let you down, I've let you go by the wayside, I've 'lost' you a little bit, right along with my other blog. I'm sorry. I will do better. Sometime.

Life gets a little bit crazy, you know? We're always running, doing, going...but not slowing. We need to make time to slow down. For our health. For our own sanity. We're always busy, busy, busy! Unfortunately, not slowing down is just going to make us busy ourselves to death.

We need to take a break.

To stop and smell the roses.

Share some coffee or dinner with a friend or family., you know, that little thing that's always there for you. Do we even realize just how important they are to us? Yeah, there are bumps in the road, we may lose touch every once in a while, but family is family. Period. We should be able to rely on them for things, even if it's just some moral support, or an "I feel ya" when we're struggling. They're your blood. Your lifeline...or maybe they're your whole life. Love them. Appreciate them. Give them the grace that they deserve even when they make you angry or do something you don't agree with. Support them. Thank them. Tell them you love them. Because no one knows how long we have left to live on this Earth.

Make some time to slow down today. Step away from your schedule, and reach out to someone else. You may just make their day!

God bless,
Stacy B.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

I'm not cut out to be a stay-at-home-mom. And that's ok.

Almost six years ago, I left a job that I loved in order to become a stay-at-home-mom. It's something that I've always wanted.

Always dreamed of.

Always felt was my calling.

My first daughter was only 3 months old at the time, and man did I struggle just to keep up with day-to-day things. I kept wondering to myself 'Why is this so hard?! She's a fraction of my size, but SO demanding!' I got frustrated. I got angry. I felt defeated, worthless, depressed. However, I plugged on because it was what I wanted. Or so I thought. Not 4 months later, I became pregnant with our son. I felt there was no need to try to go back to work then, why would someone hire a pregnant lady that would be back out of work after 8 or 9 short months? I shoved those feelings aside for what seemed like an eternity.

     I discounted my own feelings!

However, I also felt justified hearing a handful of other mothers sharing the same frustration, anger, and worthless feeling, so I just chalked it up to being "normal".

                 I didn't feel normal, though.

                              I felt so low... Lower than I had ever felt before.

Still, I shoved it aside, and tried to delve into my babies. See, the problem with me just trying to force myself to be happy, to play with my kids whenever possible, feeding, changing diapers, bouncing, singing, shushing, walking, changing diapers again, feeding some more, and crying myself, is that I lost myself. I lost who *I* was. Who *I* wanted to be, which at that point, was not to be a stay-at-home-mom. Did I love them? Yes. Did I cherish my time with them? Yes. Did I enjoy it? Absolutely not. At least not all of the time. There were good times, sure. But more often than not, I hated myself. I hated myself for having these thoughts of wanting to just run away and never come back. Of wanting to scream at them for crying...even when they were so young. Looking back it was probably a bit of post partum depression. I had gone to my doctor about it, too. He told me it was probably just a vitamin deficiency, and sent me on my way with instructions to take certain vitamin supplements.

I felt worse after that.

     Like I was a monster.

           Like I didn't deserve to have these beautiful babies of mine.

Then, the mother load of drama hit, I lost track of my cycle, and we wound up pregnant with baby three, five months before we wanted to. God has a sense of humor, I tell you!!! How on EARTH was I going to tolerate THREE kids, when the two I had almost drove me over the edge every day?! How was I going to get anything done with three? How were my husband and I supposed to connect ever again with three kids? I know, I know. There are families with more than three that are perfectly happy! GOD BLESS THEM. I didn't know how they did it, honestly.

I wasn't happy. I wasn't happy at all. I could no longer put my finger on why, though, because I had lost myself so long before. I was stressed beyond belief because I felt smothered, claustrophobic, stretched too thin. We decided to move, and started to look for a bigger house. All while I was at home. Every day. Dealing with two toddlers while seven months pregnant. It was my responsibility to keep the house clean and presentable on showing days. To drag two young kids and my pregnant butt out of the house upwards of seven times a day so we could move. I was exhausted. I wanted to cry, scream, kick, hit, claw...but I stuck it out. We had an offer, and accepted it within a week. We had also been out house shopping during all of this, and had put a contingency offer on our new house. THANK GOD it worked out the way it did. We signed off on our house, had a baby, signed on our new house, and moved...all within a month. It was insane and stressful, but we did it!

Once that was all done, we were living in this beautiful home (with GOBS of wallpaper...which, mind nearly all still up three years later...haha), near my sisters and my mom, and only a short distance from my dad. I thought "YAY! Maybe I'll get out sometime! Maybe I'll meet new people!" Man, was I wrong. Yes, I got out to spend time with some family a little more often, which was nice, but I was stuck in this new area, in this new house, with new responsibilities, two toddlers and a newborn...and no friends. I dealt with it, but had this nagging feeling that I needed more. I wanted to go back to work, but kept reminding myself "this is what you wanted!" So, again, I shoved it aside. Made a promise to myself to get out more, try to meet some more people, make new friends, all that jazz. I'm an introvert. I'm shy. I have anxiety when it comes to meeting new people, so needless to say, getting out didn't happen. Ever, really. I was a hermit.

I still felt unhappy, worthless, angry with myself and with my kids even though they're just kids. I started toying with the idea of going back to work again once all three kids were in school full time. I had dealt with these feelings for three years already, what was four more, right? I would push the thought away, let it creep in, push it away again, over and over and over again. I remember a phone call with my sister one day. I was at one of my lowest points, and was in tears. She said to me "Stacy, you need to get out of the house. You need to get a job. Get some adult interaction." I remember yelling at her saying "I DON'T WANT A JOB!!! I want to feel good! I want friends! I want people to come visit me!" I really felt like that was true, too. How could I not since this was exactly what I had been telling myself for so long! Well, I decided to start applying for jobs as they came up and met my exact criteria. I could be picky because I didn't have to have a job. We were doing alright on one income. Applied - rejected. Applied - rejected. Applied - no response. Applied - no response. Applied - no response. I decided to go ahead and update my resume on Monster, and applied for a receptionist position with a local Attorney office. I received a few phone calls and emails from other people, but none of them panned out (I'm looking at you, "you have to come to Lansing first thing in the morning for an interview,

Then...then it happened.

A couple of weeks ago, I got an email from the Attorney office I had applied to. They wanted me to come in for an interview the next day. So, I checked with Michael to make sure he would be home, and I got it all set up. I was offered the job on the spot. I accepted it on Friday, and started the following Monday. It was full-time, not part-time. I was scared, excited, worried, afraid of how the kids would adjust. It happened so fast...and you know what?

I couldn't be happier.

I am not cut out to be a stay-at-home-mom. And that's ok. And I'm ok with that. The last two weeks have been overwhelmingly enjoyable, but I wouldn't change it for anything! I feel like I've been working at this office, with these amazingly helpful, hilarious people forever. Guess what? The kids are doing just fine, too. Michael is doing just fine as well. Things are getting done around the house when he gets home before me.

And...I'm doing just fine. I'm doing more than fine.

I'm feeling fantastic.

God bless

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

2015 Year In Review - Pic Heavy!

I sat here thinking to myself "I didn't get nearly enough photos to document this year...". Then, I started looking through some of the pictures that I did take, and there are definitely enough to document the year! Warning, this is very pic heavy, wordless, and in no particular order. :-)

Hope you had as great a year as we did!
God bless,

Links to past Year in Review posts:
2014 Year in Review
2013 Year in Review
2012 Year in Review
2010 Year in Review
2009 Year in Review