DIY Farm Table


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So I’ve been watching a lot of Fixer Uppers, and have wanted a farm table for some time. After looking up the price points, it was pretty clear that I wasn’t getting one…

Or was I?
I took a look at my current dining room table. It was given to me used, and had been very loved. It was a sad looking table after it had been adopted by my family. Bubbles from spills, paint from crafts with my kids that would NOT wash off… So I had an epiphany! I’m gonna turn my own table into a farm table!
After looking up several posts on Pinterest, I kind of took a general idea of them all, came up with my own plan, and got to work. I did some measuring, made a list of all materials I would need, and we headed to Lowe’s.
My materials list consisted of:
Stainable wood filler
Liquid nail
The stain of my choice
Matte finish poly
Sand paper
We already had an electric sander, screws, white paint, and paint brushes.
I had my husband cut the wood long enough to have about an inch an a half-2 inches over hang and set them aside.
We sanded down the whole table.
Flipped it upside down, and pained the bottom white. I wasn’t super careful with the bottom because I was going to sand over the paint, anyway.
We let the paint dry, flipped the table back up, and glued down the boards with liquid nail to the sanded (and wiped Free of dust) table top.
We did run into a little issue here, as my husband put down WAY too much liquid nail on the table top. It took a long time to dry, and before it was fully dried, it caused the boards to sit funny. So, if I ever do one again, I will put a small amount of liquid nail on each board and apply instead of the liquid nail all over the table top. After a couple days, the boards sat flat as we wanted them to.
Once that was dry, we used stainable wood filler for the cracks between the boards. I had seen this on Pinterest, so assumed we wouldn’t have any issues.
We did.
The wetness of the wood filler expanded the wood in the cracks, raising them higher than the rest of the table.
When it was fully dry, I sanded it down even, and then it started cracking which defeated the entire purpose of using the stinkin wood filler.
So far I’m feeling like I’ve ruined our
I sanded down parts of the painted table bottom, and then got to staining the entire table. The table top, and over the painted legs. The stain gets into the sanded parts of the paint to give it a rustic look.
If you’ve never stained anything, the stain is applied and wiped off.
I did a couple coats of stain on the top to get it the color I liked.
I let the stain dry a couple days, and then decided I needed to do something about the cracked up wood filler. The only other thing I had, was some clear caulking by Gorilla Glue that was supposed to work with wood.
I applied one coat of Poly, let it dry and sanded it. Once it was wiped down, I put down painters tape on the edges of the boards and filled it with the clear caulk.
I forgot to pull up the tape when it was still wet. When I pulled the tape off, it had a little bit of an overhang which I was not happy about, but I used an exacto knife to carefully cut those off.
I let the caulking dry overnight.
Once it was dry, I put the remaining layers of poly on top and let it dry a couple of days before bringing in the house.
With all the road blocks I ran into, I was thinking it would turn out to be a disaster, but I am very happy with how the table came out, and have gotten several compliments on it!
I plan on building a matching bench seat and giving some of our chairs a makeover to match!

Take it down a notch


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So much needed in my life right now.

I’ve been so overwhelmed with trying to keep up. My house, my kid’s school, my stay at home kid, events, friends, acquaintances, the Kardashians, TIME.

There’s so much going on, but how much of it actually involves ME, MY FAMILY, MY LIFE?

I had a text conversation with a couple friends the other day, and one mentioned something nobody had told me about. So I questioned it and was told that it was shared on Facebook.

I’d previously deactivated my Facebook. Mainly because it’s something else to keep up with. How many of these people are actually part of my real life? A handful or 2 at most. While I would love to know what everyone is up to, I don’t have the time to sit around and catch up on people by scrolling all day and I’ve GOT to break that habit.
If there something I should know, I assume a different avenue will be used to let ME know. Not just letting the world of Facebook know and leaving it up to chance or expectation for a certain person to see. If not, it wasn’t meant for me to know.
Let me tell you, just by doing this I have already felt relief.

My house. I’ve got to get rid of all the things. This has been stressing me so much lately. The kids have too much crap so they can’t focus on what to play with. It ends up being a treasure hunt that results in all of the toys all over the floor instead of their toy bins. I’m planning on keeping only a select amount of things. Move EVERY toy to the game room. Get them out of the house!!
Papers?? What do you do with all of your papers? There are literally papers everywhere…


I cleaned the house for 7 hours on Sunday.
7 HOURS! I got rid of a lot of shit.
This was just from the living, dining, and master bedroom.
I made my husband go through his closet, stuff he doesn’t wear anymore. Get rid of it, because what happens is he’ll go to wear it, put it on, it doesn’t fit, it goes on the floor in the laundry pile and it’s in a never ending loop of being laundered when it’s never been dirtied. I made him get rid of all the socks with holes that he puts on and takes off when he sees the hole and throws on the floor. Same with underwear. I had gone through my closet a while back when i did my capsule wardrobe so I only had a few things to remove from my closet.
Drawers! I threw away a lot of drawer stuff. Old undies, shirts that were being held on to for “around the house/yard work/crafting/sleep” why would I need 124633674787 of those? I don’t. Get rid of it!
We now have 2 EMPTY drawers!
I have space to put away laundry now!!

I went through the laundry piles, to see what is too small, doesn’t get worn, etc. this cut down on the laundry I have to catch up on.
No more toys in mommy and daddy’s room. Maybe we can finally get to the point of having a nice grown up bedroom.
This stresses me out, too. Like why don’t we have a nice bedroom? I’ve got to get to work on that once I’m done with the whole house.

Toys!!! I got rid of a TON of toys. All the little bullshit that comes with other toys, accessories, barbie shoes (let’s be real, there was only 1 of each shoe anyway after a day of having them). Baby toys that the kids don’t play with or are just not on their levels anymore, stuffed animals, stuff that is always left everywhere, blocks that were in the living room when they belong in my daughters room. Tired of asking for them to be picked up, tossed em. We now have 2 HALF FULL shelf bins and a basket for the living room stuffed animals. Praise the lord!
The next day was my daughter’s room, more crap gone. Clothes in the giveaway pile, old socks that don’t fit or have lost their matches, I’m over waiting on them to show back up again. Really, why was I even expecting them to come back from lost sock land??

I still have a long way to go, but my friend walking in and saying “the house looks GOOD, girl!” Was exactly what I needed to hear.

I didn’t start any of this from reading a book or following a plan, I started because it’s one less thing to lose my shit over, and I have been way too stressed out lately.

A cluttered home=a cluttered life. I just can’t do it anymore.

To those of you who always have a clean home, I assume you don’t have as much crap as we do. I’m gonna say you got rid of all your shit when you moved into your home so you didn’t have to do this… it makes me feel better to assume that.

Recently we’ve been talking about finding out what our home value is now, selling (if we would make a profit), and downsizing. Pay off everything. Have a smaller mortgage so we can travel and do things we want to without worrying about being on one income.

Happiness vs. Suffering

I’ve got to work on the happiness…

Declutter. Not just my home but my life.



How do you like YOUR peanut butter?


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I’m going to try to paint a picture for you…

Imagine you see a very normal looking, early 20’s girl get out of her car in a Walmart parking lot on Christmas Eve.
Now imagine you saw that she’s parked in a handicapped space. What would be your first thought?
Some old people driving by, thought that there couldn’t possibly be a reason for a young girl to have a handicap plate. PLATE, not tag. PLATE. They, considerably annoyed that they missed out on the front row spot, preceded to yell out the window “OH SHE LOOKS MENTALLY HANDICAPPED TO ME!!”

What they didn’t know, is that young girl almost died months prior. That she could only walk about 5 feet before having a really hard time moving. That she relied on that shopping cart for mobility.
They didn’t know her WHY.
It was none of their business.

Now imagine that same girl out at the Dallas Bull with her best friends. When they wanted to go to the second floor, they had to use the elevator because she couldn’t get up the stairs.
The elevator guards, looking for a reason to make sure they were not just trying to use the elevator, wait for a response. Her friends point to her. Guess what? That was ENOUGH. They rode the elevator. Week after week. While that girl, out at a bar with her friends, was re-learning to walk. What an accomplishment it was to be able to walk up and down those stairs.

What if I told you that girl…. was me.
I tell you my story, to remind you that you literally have NO IDEA what others are going through.
We all need to look at things from different perspectives…..


Let’s keep painting.

Now, imagine a mom. That first time mom who has questions, and nobody else she can turn to for answers. This is the reason she is in a MOM GROUP.
She asks a question, and gets completely ATTACKED. I’m going to use the most popular reason for receiving this reaction to a question.

Now, imagine that same mom. She gave birth to beautiful twin babies, and after getting the vitamin K shot, one of those babies had trouble breathing. MAJOR trouble. The on-call pediatrician was called umpteen times that night while that mother, fighting to stay awake, feared for her baby’s life.

That’s what everyone does.

What about when that same mom brought her baby back to the pediatrician several times in between the normal appointments because of issues that are not normal?
What about listening to the pediatrician when they said it was ok to get more shots?

Guess where they ended up? IN THE HOSPITAL. A 2 week old baby. With a reaction to those shots.

That is this mom’s WHY. And it’s none of your business.


Another picture…

What about that 5/6/7 year old kid you see being pushed around in a stroller in the mall?
Is your first thought “that kid is a little old to be riding in a stroller…”?
What if that kid has MS, or Palsy and their parents can’t afford a wheelchair?
What if the child is on the spectrum and that is the ONLY way to keep them comforted while their parents still have to go on with life? Maybe the kid just woke up from a nap and refused to walk, but the parent had shit to do.
Again, their WHY. None of your business.


What about breastfeeding vs. formula?

What about the bedsharers vs. cio?

What about the fast food vs. organic everything?

My point is, everyone is different. Some people need to learn how to be adults.
Let’s realize that our children are watching and learning EVERYTHING we do.

So to YOU, Judgy Mcjudgerson. Yes, you. The one who comments on everything. Turns anything into an argument because someone else has a different way. A differing opinion.

I have a challenge for you.
Take a look in the mirror. Find your WHY.
Do you not get any attention at home? Do you feel like nobody values your opinion? Do you lack adult interaction? Did you have a bad childhood? Do you not know how to make friends?
What does your constant need to undermine others have to do with your life? Seriously.

Find your WHY. Figure it out, for yourself and your kids.


And when you find it, guess what?

It’s none of MY business.



Simplistic little “me”

Hello? Is it me you’re looking for….

Let’s talk about that word. ME.
Such a short, simple word. But is it simple?
For moms, at least this mom, thats a hard NO.

It’s so easy to lose yourself in this parenting job. Everyone else comes first. Always.
I’ve found myself going without even when we have the means, and the time (rarely). We go without sleep, showers (shaving), hot food, clean clothes…. all while functioning solely because of the coffee we reheated 3 times and then drank cold because we finally gave in to reality.

We are the center of the whole family! Why should we go without?

I’ve been on a ME kick lately. On a normal basis, I would feel guilty about this but guess what?? I DON’T!! I deserve it. I’m worth it.

I have been neglecting myself for far too long. I’m a mommy of 2. I’m done having kids (hubs got snipped). I’m done with the Mom rut. So, so done.

My daughter recently wanted to look through my Instagram photos, so we did. We looked back to before my second kid when I had gotten my groove back, we looked alllllll the way back to before ANY kids. I was cute! I dressed nice, I wore makeup and did my hair and felt good about myself. I took selfies. A Lot of selfies. But they were cute!
I went back to that current day, month, few months, year….. no selfies. No photos of me AT ALL except for when my mom visited last April.
What the heck??? Where AM I?
Seriously, where am I? I’ve lost myself for a second time.

I’d been putting off buying new glasses because someone else always needed something. Still wearing undies from before kid #1, haven’t had my hair done since I was pregnant with my second who is about to be a year old….

Here’s what I did.



“For the first time in forever….”

I got new glasses.
I bought new mf panties.
I did my hair!!!!
I got some new clothes and revamped my closet (see previous blog post).
I made plans for myself with no kids (this is almost as big as the panties, y’all).

ME, ME, ME!!!!


There is nothing wrong with doing me.
I’m going to KEEP doing me.

No more losing myself. I may not be the same exact person I was before kids (I certainly do not strive to be that version of myself), but it’s high time I figured out who I am NOW. Today.

I’m not JUST a mom. (Even though I love being a mom). It does not fully define me, AND THAT IS OKAY.



A busy mom’s attempt at capsule wardrobe


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After wmarriage, kids, and entering my 30’s, I found myself in a style rut. Torn between if what I’m wearing is too short, too young, too mom, etc.
I’m wearing the same things but have a closet full of stuff that stays hung up. Just stuff! I never wear these things. I still have some clothes (not many) from my early 20’s.. 10 year old things, y’all!

My kids get new things. Often, just because. My husband gets new things, sometimes for that same reason. So why am I on the back burner?
I’m over here wearing pre pregnancy (from my 1st kid) underwear, 10 year old clothes, flip flops from a year ago, and haven’t had my hair cut in over a year. I’ve been inspired.

To do something for me.

First step:
Downsize my closest because I’m not wearing much of it, anyway.

I came across a couple groups for a capsule wardrobe. Honestly, I’ve seen this a few times before but never actually thought about doing it.

The idea of capsule wardrobe is to have a set number of pieces equal a set number of outfits. So say you have 30 pieces, you can potentially have 100 different outfits out of those depending on what you’re working with. You won’t be wearing the same thing, your clothes will be in rotation, you have LESS LAUNDRY (for yourself, at least).

So, with the help of these groups and Pinterest, here I go.
Due to the time of year, and my beginner status, I am starting with Fall.
Since living in Florida is basically living on the surface of the SUN, my fall style will include some summer items so I don’t die of heat exhaustion from trying to look cute.

Capsule part 1. Go through every piece of clothing in my closet. {The clothes that are not in my closet are just under shirts, jeans, shorts and pajamas}.
Make a Love pile, a Sell/Donate pile.
Divide your loves into seasons or year round.

Here’s the fun part… Shop your own closet!
I actually had a few pieces that were in a give away pile that I took BACK for my fall capsule. I had no idea how to wear them, so they just sat. I knew I’d bought them for a reason! This also makes less for me to buy.

Now, there is a set out capsule you can buy in an Ebook via It literally gives you links to buy the EXACT things to make the EXACT outfits.
I’m not doin that. How boring would life be if we were all THE SAME?

So I’m taking IDEAS. And, like I said, things I already have.
I do love a lot of the pre made looks and I was never good at putting things together on my own.
Top and bottom is pretty much my forte…
I need to learn to accessorize, layer, add pieces together.

I look at RULES as mere GUIDELINES.
You do you. Change your colors. You know if the color mustard looks good on you or not. If it totally sucks on you, replace with another color or print.

There are also different capsule styles:
French minimalist, essentials, working, SAHM…

I’m feeling like mixing up a couple of the styles to make my own. This will also serve me to have basic things for a year-round capsule.

I’ve come across styling apps!
You take photos of the clothes you have, or look up something similar, so you can have it all at your fingertips to create your outfits.
Think Cher Horowitz from Clueless, y’all!

The apps I’ve heard good things about are:
Smart closet

I’m starting with smart closet. So far it is very user friendly. You can “shop” to find photos of the things you have, or close to it, to save you time of not having to take photos. I will still need to take a couple photos, but I am well on my way of making several “outfits” out of the small number of things I have in my wardrobe section already! This app is cool! And did I mention FREE? There is also a calendar you can make so you can choose ahead of time what you’re wearing for the week, and keep track of what you’ve already worn!


I gave a go at Polyvore. I like the look of the put together outfits better than smart closet, but I don’t think it’s as user friendly as smart closet. I’m going to give up on this one.

This making outfits with the apps is actually super fun. But here’s what I need to do…

Wear the outfits. Wear the outfits.

Wear. The. Outfits!

As of now,  I’m working with 26 items and I’ve made 51 outfits from them. I’m sure I will have a lot more done soon. Goal will be 75 outfits. Also, my items are not including accessories. Just clothes and shoes.


I was in a super hurry this morning. Had probably 7 minutes to get dressed/makeup/hair. I normally get to my closet and go frantic, “what am I going to wear???” and try on several things that eventually make me late. Today, I grabbed a capsule outfit that I’ve previously put together on my app, and was on my way! I knew it would work together. Didn’t even have to spend time in the mirror making sure it looked ok. I was out the door on time!!

So far, so good.

Different day, I went to grab another “put together outfit”, didn’t look so great. I’m going to have to pre try on all these outfits I’m putting together in this app. But planning is the key.

What I have noticed the most is no impulse buying. I used to go to a clearance rack and buy things just because they were on sale. Doing capsule, I know what pieces I’m missing and if I can find them, awesome. If not, I walk out empty handed and not disappointed that I didn’t get anything!

That is a WIN for me!

Ultimately, this capsule thing is still a work in progress. I imagine if my kids were older, I may have more time to work on this and be finished. However, the little bit I’ve gotten done totally works. I feel put together. I’m saving money and time. I have more room in my closet. I can’t wait to finish and become fully functional.


…Now if I could just get my hair cut….







Random act of kindness “rocks”


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There’s a new rock painting trend and you’re gonna want to jump on board!

I recently came across a facebook page called Plant City “rocks”. I had no idea what it was, but since I live in Plant City, I decided to join. The group was started as an ongoing random act of kindness. By painting rocks and hiding them around our city, it’s finder gets a memento to keep or re hide for someone else to find. Therefore, creating an all-time, all people’s scavenger hunt!

Of course I had to get in on the action! I scheduled a play date with a girl friend of mine and her kids to come along with me and my daughter to go on a rock hunt.
The perfect way to get the kids (and us mommas) outside, exercising and having fun! We picked a random park and got to walking and hunting!! We spent a good two hours hunting and found 4 rocks! The kids were thrilled!! The best part about it is that EVERYONE can play! It’s not just for kids.

Obviously I had to go buy paint, rocks, brushes, etc. so we could do our own! After painting a few ourselves, I decided I needed to have a painting party for the kids so we can go hide some as well.

After researching what everyone was using to paint their rocks, this is what I bought :
20 lb bag of rocks from Lowes $7
Several colors of acrylic paints from Walmart .50 cents each
A pack of 30 paint brushes from Walmart .99 cents
Can of acrylic paint sealer $2? Walmart
And a table cloth from the $1 store


Supplies purchased at Walmart

I was going to have all the kiddos paint on my outside patio, but it was cold that morning so I spread the tablecloth on the floor and we got to work!

Another mom brought an empty egg carton for the paint colors (great idea!)


Excuse the mess. We were working with toddlers

The kids had the best time!! It was a stress reliever for us moms, too.

Paint the rocks letting them dry between coats, write your city on the back of the rock, seal the paint, and go hide them!

People are hiding in parks, at local businesses, anywhere you think someone might come across one.

We scheduled another play date to hide our rocks. By the time we’d gotten home, someone had already posted a photo that they’d found most of them!!


Hiding our rocks at Mike Sansone trail

A few local businesses have gotten in on the action as well by hosting paint parties, and creating a rock garden for the painted rocks!

Check out Uncle Mikes Smokehouse the 2nd Tuesday of each month for their painting parties where kids eat FREE!

Look on Facebook for the “Rocks” page in your area. If you can’t find one, start the rock hunt in your city!!

Snip, clip, burn…


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If you thought a man cold was bad….

After our second child, hubby decided he was going to get a vasectomy. All on his own, he made this decision. So, I called insurance to verify it was covered and paid for, I filled out the paperwork, I scheduled the appointment….After he told me I was procrastinating on getting it done.
(Love having to do EVERYTHING for my husband)
Once I told him when the appointment was scheduled for, he says under his breath “I don’t know why I have to get snipped…”
WHAT??? He’s the one that made the decision to get it done. All him. I even asked him if this was definitely what he wanted to do in case we wanted another baby later on. But now I’m forcing him to get it done…

So, here we are on the way to his appointment. He’s saying “I’m nervous, I just don’t know what to expect…” yeah, I feel you. I gave birth twice. Once with no drugs.
We get there. He goes back and has to put on the jock strap before they start for some reason.
Meanwhile, the guy that went before him walks out all normal. “Oh I didn’t feel anything. Didn’t even smell them burning it!” I’m thinking great! This won’t be a big deal…

He worked himself up sooooooo much that he had the table drenched in sweat. My husband isn’t a big sweater. He works outside in the Florida heat. The doctor had to get him a soda (for the sugar) so he didn’t pass out. Yeah, I know… pansy.
He walks out all limpy and acting like he’s been thoroughly beaten. Hobbles to the car, and lays back in the seat. On the way home he’s telling me, “oh I felt pressure, and they had to stick a needle down there…” AGAIN, I feel you. Just gave birth with no drugs and had a needle stuck in my vagina for stitches….
We get home and he says “I’m scared to poop, it’s the same muscle…” FIRST OF ALL… is it the same muscle? SECOND, try taking your first poop after pushing a baby out your vagina. THAT is the same muscle, but what do I know.
Day 1, laying around all day, ok. We expected this because sure, they tell you to recline and hang out the first day. But the direction wasn’t to not move the rest of the day.
After asking me for a million things he asks me if he’s being too needy.

I felt the need to be honest, here. I said “yes, you are because after giving BIRTH you expect me to function at 100%. You don’t ask how I’m feeling or offer to do anything to help me. All you had was a small procedure done.”

I left to pick up dinner and by the time I got back he seemed to have changed his tune.

The biggest thing I learned from this experience is that after watching me give birth twice. Once while screaming in pain because I was unmedicated, my husband STILL doesn’t think I’m a badass. After reading the articles that compare child birth pain to every bone in your body being broken at the same time, he still doesn’t think I’m a badass….

But getting a little tiny snip, clip, burn is the end of the world.

ZERO sympathy from your non-badass wife.

My dairy free breastfeeding journey part 1


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If you’ve read my previous blog post, you know that baby #2 came early at 37+2 weeks. I think I held him for 5 min if that after he was born, and he was latched. WONDERFUL! I didn’t get the chance with my daughter because I had no idea I needed to feed her right away (and nobody told me in the hospital).

My guy was nursing like a champ and when we got home the next day, I actually had to pump because I was producing way more than his tiny tummy was taking in. This was 100% different from my daughter. It took about a week and a half for my supply to come in with her.
My tiny guy was doing great, and I was thinking we were in the clear from any tummy problems like my daughter had.

Until he was 3 weeks old… bring on the horrible gas, crying/screaming all day long.
EXACTLY the same as my daughter, who was miserable for the first 5 months of her life. I sat thinking the only common factor here, is me. My milk. Is there something wrong with my milk?? Why is it doing this to my kids? Gas drops, gripe water… nothing helping.

I took my son to see my chiropractor that I used for pregnancy (who is certified for pregnant women and children) to see if he needed adjustment. Maybe he was just misaligned and couldn’t pass the gas? She did release his ligaments in his hips and said he was very restricted. After a few times getting loosened up, he was still having issues. So I started him on a probiotic, which she said could take about a week to get his gut in order.

I went to a lactation consultant to see if it’s his latch. Is he just getting too much foremilk and it’s bothering his tummy? LC says his latch is great and suggested block feeding in case he was getting too much foremilk. I didn’t do it because I don’t want that messing with my supply.

The pediatrician suggested possibly cutting dairy and I thought, it’s worth a shot. I joined a breastfeeding dairy free group on Facebook to get some support and figure out what I was doing. Reading labels, checking for “hidden dairy”… did you know caramel color can be dairy? Who would just know that?? Anyway, I started on my dairy free diet and after 4 days I NOTICED A DIFFERENCE!! My guy has been tooting up a storm. Substantially less fussy, no crying when he’s pooping. Which has me feeling so accomplished for figuring it out, and also sad and angry for my poor daughter. I had been to the doctor several times with her. They put her on some colic medicine for stomach spasms which didn’t work. We tried colic calm, gas drops, gripe water, I made an organic fennel tea, tried chamomile tea, I bought fennel and catnip extract… NOTHING helped her. Nobody suggested that I try cutting dairy. I had no idea.
But I am in hopes to have a happy baby boy with no tummy problems.

I talked with the pediatrician yesterday and she said it is clearly the right thing to do. Baby is gaining weight, no other problems aside from dairy intolerance. She said babies usually get over their intolerance by 3 months, so to reintroduce slowly around then.

I will post progress once I’ve been dairy free for longer and post some of my favorite things to eat.
Link to my chiropractor if anyone is interested:

Baby Stetson’s birth story.


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As I was nearing week 37, I had a feeling that this baby would be very similar to my first babe. Boy was I right!
I had done some reading on how eating 6 dates a day in the last 4 weeks of pregnancy helps with an easier and faster birth. So at week 36, I started eating them… only they taste gross so I could get 3-4 down before gagging. I can’t say for sure if they had a hand in what came next.

Two days before I hit week 37, I started losing part of my mucus plug. This happened with my daughter about a week before I had her, so I knew it would be soon. On the day I hit 37 weeks, I started with pinkish, blood streaked mucus and I thought ok, well I guess a week is out. It’ll be the next couple of days. So I called my husband to let him know it could be any time since he was working. And let my girlfriends know that it would be soon so they should be ready.
The next day, 37+1, I had my OB appointment and was 3cm dilated. By the time I got home from running a couple errands, I used the restroom and had straight blood. This is it, I knew I would be going into labor that night. I vacuumed and cleaned my floors, got every dish washed in the house, made sure the car seat was put back together (from washing) and ready to go, checked my hospital bag one more time… and relaxed.
We ended up getting take out because I didn’t want to dirty dishes (that were for once, ALL washed). We ended up eating kind of late so by the time we went to bed, it was about 10. My daughter wanted to watch Cinderella so it was about 10:30 when I turned off the tv to go to sleep myself.
Here starts contractions right around then. They weren’t intense at all but I decided to count them to be safe. Not even 1 minute long… I was going to sleep.
I woke up at 12 midnight with some pretty painful contractions, so I turned my timer back on and it said I was 4 min apart. I didn’t believe it, so I waited… stronger and stronger to the point I was sweating profusely from the pain, I got up, woke my husband and told him I’m going to take a quick shower, call the doctor and it’s going to be time to go.
So I jump in the shower, call the doc who is amazed I haven’t gotten to the hospital yet, and he said he’d meet us there. Of course I still had to get my makeup, toothbrush and tooth paste (why I didn’t do this yesterday is beyond me) and hubby had to wake our daughter to get her dressed.
Off we go to the hospital.. it had just rained so I told my husband he didn’t need to drive fast. We got about 3 miles from the hospital and I said you need to get us there NOW. We check in with security and I get to the room. Immediately change into a gown which I almost immediately threw back off because I was so hot. The doctor checked me as soon as I hit the bed and I was 8cm, 100% effaced and he said my water was ready to break any minute. First thing I asked for was epidural… and guess what. TOO LATE! They didn’t even have time to get my platelet count checked before my guy came.
I was not mentally prepared for this but I had been saying I wanted to “try” without epidural this time.
I’m laying there in so much pain. Breathing, feeling like I needed to get up, or squeeze something or I don’t know what.. just something. The doctor said “let me know if you feel like you need to push” and I said “I don’t know…” thinking is this really about to happen??? And then I yelled “I NEED TO PUSH!” As soon as I rolled to my back, my water broke and splashed everywhere. The doctor ducked out of the way just in time and then they removed the bottom of the bed an he said “ok next contraction, push.. ” I was thinking I’m not ready, but I had to push. So here I have a couple nurses putting up these leg holder things (I didn’t use with my daughter) and they tell me I need to use the oxygen when each contraction was over because the baby’s heart rate was dropping from my non breathing self panting in pain. Once I felt like I had it together I grabbed my legs and got to pushing (Which all happened in a matter of 1 minute).
I pushed once (yes, I pooped. I felt it and I didn’t care) and doc said 1-2 more an he’s here.. I was thinking OK, I CAN do this… so I gave what I thought was 2 more (I think it only counted as 1 Bc I was still having a contraction) and I felt like I could NOT do it anymore. “I can’t!!!” I yelled, but everyone assured me that I could. After one or a couple more pushes, all I could feel was the doctors hand up my butt! So I yelled “that hurts my butt!” And gave everyone a good laugh… it makes sense to help pull out baby’s head, but seriously… who knew they do that?? NOT ME.
Finally his head was out and it was a big relief. The cord was wrapped around my babes neck, so the doctor had to cut it immediately and they suctioned the baby. Then I think he just pulled baby out, or maybe had me push one more time after a break and then pulled him. But once I felt his shoulders come out, I felt so much relief. It was all over. I actually did it. No medication, just me. The doctor just let the contractions push out the placenta and then he just had to stitch up a small tear (I felt it when it ripped but it was NOTHING compared to pushing a baby out).
After they brought my babe to the table I noticed he wasn’t crying so I asked “why isn’t he crying????” The nurse told me he was just in shock from such a quick birth. Nobody told me the cord had been around his neck until later. There were 2 what looked like paramedics come in and had to pump oxygen to him (I didn’t see Bc they were standing in the way) I told my husband to go over but he said he’d be in the way.
I finally got to hold my guy what seemed like 20 min later.. I really don’t know how long it took. But he was OK, and he started nursing almost right away. Tiny little guy. They handed him to me and I asked how much did he weigh? Because he just looked so, so tiny. They hadn’t gotten his weight yet, because they wanted to give him right to me.
The crazy part is, my entire second birth lasted about 15 minutes. Hubby said I pushed about 4 times but I felt like it was 255344468855.
When I had the epidural with my daughter, when I was done giving birth I was in A LOT of pain. Could barely walk for at least a week. My vagina stayed so swollen it was unrecognizable. Without the epidural, the pain was gone when the baby was out. My body shook for probably 30 minutes afterwards from the adrenaline. That’s about it. I was fine to walk, I took I think 3 ibuprofen. One right after birth, one for a headache and one for cramps.
We are done having kids, but I am happy to say I got to do what I wanted (only because of time constraints, let’s be real) but I did it.
The doctor did yell at me for waiting so long but I said well if I’d come earlier I would have got the epidural(Depending on my platelet count)!
Anyway, we got to go home the next day with our beautiful baby boy, and we are both doing well. 🙂

How to remove rust stains left in your bathroom from well water


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The very first house I rented as a 25 year old single woman had well water.
This was my first experience having/using/cleaning with well water.
I am sad to say, I had no clue what I was doing. I cleaned the toilet every day, the shower once a week. Yet the toilet had calcified, brown/orange stains that would NOT come out and the grout in the shower stayed orange. I always cleaned with bleach and even tried a bleach pen for the grout. This worked every other place I had lived… But not on well water.
I remember taking a butter knife and scraping away the calcification in the toilet to try and get it clean because it was so embarrassing having people use my bathroom and the toilet was perpetually dirty looking.

Fast forward to 30 years old, I am married and my husband and I are homeowners. Our house has well water…
So again I’m over here cleaning and cleaning…. Still. Getting. Orange. I’m thinking how in heavens am I supposed to get this clean… Why isn’t bleach working????


Once I learned this, I rushed out to get what I needed!

A cleaner with HYDROCHLORIC ACID as the active ingredient.


I found this 2 pack of Lysol toilet bowl cleaner for $3.33 at Walmart.


There was a Lysol specifically for rust, but why pay more when I just need the one ingredient. Just a heads up, this kind smells like Bengay. So if you don’t care for that smell, I suggest you try a different scent.
I got home and went to work.
I did not take a photo of our toilets because they were seriously embarrassing. My husband was talking about buying new toilets, they were that bad.
BUT…. After using it in the toilets, they look like BRAND NEW. I’m not even kidding.

After taking care of the toilets, I started out by squirting some of the cleaner on the grout in the shower. It dripped down and when I came back after about 10 min, it was clear that I had a bigger problem than I’d thought! There were just drips of clean tile…

I squirted more on the walls and tub and brushed it with a cleaning brush to spread everywhere. It worked but still missed a lot. So I squirted the cleaner on a sponge and wiped it on the remainder of the wall and tub.

(Before and after)

The bathroom looks like we just moved in to a brand new house!

I am so happy I found the solution and I feel pretty stupid for not having figured it out sooner.

I hope this helps anyone else who was as desperate as I was to get this CLEANED!!