s.a.l.t.s.

I had originally set out to blog about it all, cooking, marital dating (oohh sounds dirty), parenting and the fun I try to find in everyday life. But I keep finding myself trying to being deep. If you know me you know that is so not me! I'm not "shallow" but I like to have fun and keep things light. I want to be fun in text as I like to think I am in person. SO my next "goal" for myself is to write something that will make you LOL or at the very least salts (smile a little then stop). I named my blog extraordinary mom for a reason. I think am just like any other mom, wife or friend. I also know I am more then just a mom. Well I need to be at least!

I'm by no means a life coach or guide so don't really take what I have to say as anything more then a grain of salt. I would hate to be accountable for any mistakes you make! But if I can get some one to "salts" then I'm happy.

hmm this "salts" thing is making me wonder if that's a good tag line for something??

Roots AND Wings

I know when I say that I loved being pregnant people look at me like I've got a third boob on my face. But it's true! I loved everything about it. Even the puking, pimples, mood swings, silly cravings and sleepless nights and tired days. There was an afternoon I was laying in my bed in the middle of the day while my oldest love was taking his glorious afternoon nap and I remember thinking how I was so sick and I couldn't wait to be done puking and then that quickly turned to me crying thinking how I would never feel this sickness again. I was crazy, my hormones were flipping out on me! But come to find out that's just me! I have a constant push/pull burning up inside of me. Wanting to be free but having roots. Everytime I walk out of the door and leave my family behind I'm excited to get out by myself and listen to my music in the car, not worry about a diaper bag and if I remembered to bring snacks. But then I'm hit with a wall of missing my family and even tho I'm most likely doing something for ME I still have a sadness that I'm missing out. And guilt! It's always worse when my hubs is home with the kids. I feel like I'm missing out on quality family time.

I can rememeber being a young lady and wanting to live with my boyfriend but then when I finally "moved out" I would cry at night, just wishing to be at my childhood home. I made my hubs stay at my parents house every Christmas Eve until we had Max because I wasn't ready to not wake up there Christmas morning. I feel like it goes back to the same thing, roots AND wings! I wonder if we can have both??