Weekend Dollar Tree Finds

I’ve been noticing that the Dollar Tree has been surprisingly on point with some items lately. Today, I stopped by to pick up a few hair things and saw some blog-worthy deals…

makeup organization

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I LOVE makeup organization! Like, a lot. These are obviously not the most amazing quality plastic boxes in the universe, but when I saw them I immediately started dreaming of how my lipstick collection would look all perfectly lined and stacked and I got lost in the wonder of it all. You could use them for a jillion other things I’m sure, but I just happen to think makeup, makeup brushes, hair accessories and all my paint brushes. Really good deal there!

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I noticed a few months ago that my store started carrying these little framed art prints. They come out with new designs every so often and I have to say, for a buck, they’re not bad! If you’re looking to create a gallery wall, or need some art for your bathroom, nursery, etc., check it out!

love is in the air

life is beautiful

courage to pursue

(ignore my nub thumb)

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Pretty cute!

They also had a great Easter section — a lot of cute things for making a basket. And the fake flower selection is superb, if I may say so. I just happen to be on the lookout for certain things when I’m in a crafty mood, so when I see a big pretty colorful selection of flowers for $1 a bunch, it makes my heart go pitter patter. Wreaths, hair clips, centerpieces, so many possibilities.

I hope you all can find some fun stuff at your local dollar stores! Do any of you have any other good finds to share?

Current Mood: Mom

You ever have a day where your kid is being such a giant turd that you wish you could fly like an eagle, to the sea?

In this moment, I’m referring to Ruthie. I love that baby pieces and bunches, I do. But g’lawd, the child’s screams could shatter glass. She’s down for a nap right now and Jack and I are using this valuable time to just soak up the quiet, bathing in the blissful silence as our batteries recharge. And when Baby Shrieks-a-Lot awakens from her slumber, refueled and armed for battle, we will forge ahead in unity.

For real though, Jack is a champion. He is patient with his baby sis and such a perfect buffer and a calming presence for us girls. There’s just something so steady and not dramatic about him that I appreciate more and more every day. Not that I don’t appreciate my girls. They’re special and wonderful in their own way. It seems like they’re a lot like me and Jack is a lot like Justin. We really love and need those steady men in our lives to calm the cray cray.

So Ruth definitely has a uniquely fun and… challenging personality. She’s joyful and silly and actually has a pretty intelligent sense of humor, but she can also be a stinker. That special blend of smarty-pants and booger definitely spices up our lives.

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(Am I the only one who thought?)

One of the particularly boogerish things Ruth does is when we’re watching a show, she’ll turn the television off. I know this is pretty basic as far as toddler behavior goes, learning boundaries and such, but not only does she push the button after we have told her a hundred times “that’s a no”, she does it with this little sassy smirk as she watches us react. It’s downright rude, I tell you.

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“Are you seeing this, mom? I’m disobeying with flair again! Yes, I hear you. Away with your idle threats, woman! Oh crap, she’s coming…”

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Kindly stop, dear little person of mine, and allow me to watch more than 2 minutes of this show at a time. You make me rewind that stupid Mickey Mouse Clubhouse intro 300 times a day. It’s the least you can do for the sweet one who birthed you.

She also snatches my phone and runs, occasionally changing my Facebook profile pic along the way. She smacks the keyboard when I’m typing. Her favorite place to hide remotes, phones, her siblings’ toys is the fireplace — I don’t even know what to do with that. It’s a lot.

But I do love her so much. Bless her sassy little heart. I feel like I have to say something nice because this is coming across neg, but can I just be real? The reality is that kids are wonderful and precious and a blessing to be sure, but it’s not always snuggles. I sometimes find myself blankly staring at one of my children who is making noise (whining, screaming, tattling, etc.) and I like am so worn down emotionally that I can’t even hear the sounds anymore. Like, I see their mouths moving, but nothing is registering in my mind.

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I’m learning not to be hard on myself when I think these things like, “Why are you so annoying right now?” or “4 more hours until Justin gets home. Wait, it’s 5 hours! NOOOOO GOD WHYYYY?!”

dad walks in

This post is kind of all over the place, but that’s just life with little kids. I suppose there’s beauty in it all — you can go from zero to 100 on the crazy scale and then back again in a few moments. You can be completely frustrated at dinner time because no one’s eating what you just cooked, then have a tender moment with your child that melts it all away. You can be on the brink of exhaustion during the marathon bedtime routine and then in the very last, quiet moments of the day when you’re staring creepily at your sleeping kids, you fully remember and appreciate just how precious those little stinkers are.

The calm, the sass, the meltdowns — it’s all part of the package. Even if it’s not always reflected by our moods or reactions, or we’re powering through our day and we haven’t been able to be still long enough to feel those lovey dovey things, we know that the unconditional love for them is still firmly locked in and secure on the inside.

Current Mood Mom

So if you happen to see me out at Target with this crazed look in my eyes, frantically throwing things in the cart while shoving snacks in my baby’s mouth to keep her from screeching at inhuman levels, know that I’m probably just feeling very “mom” right now. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.

Cleaning house got me like

I’ve been noticing a lot of people are dancing while cleaning. Who is responsible for this garbage? WHO?!

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This concept is just plain unrealistic and quite honestly confusing to me. Never have I felt emotionally capable of dancing while cleaning.

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And like, did he actually sweep anything up or is he just playing with my emotions?

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Don’t even get me started with this hip thrusting nonsense. It is scientifically impossible to feel sexy while vacuuming. Never the twain shall meet.

Let’s be real.

This is more accurately representative of floor day (aka rage mopping):

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Or wiping up anything in the bathroom (tears have extra scum-removing power):

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All the Windex feels:

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Have you ever asked your kids to help you clean, thinking it would be “a fun way to get them involved while teaching responsibility?” HAHAHAHAHA

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And you’re barely keeping it together as they reap further destruction, but pushing through anyway.

“Great job, sweetie! Mommy’s big helper!”

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IT’S. JUST. SO. SLOW.

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Then reaching the breaking point like, “Okay that’s good just go play bye.”

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So then you turn to your honey for help:

“Hunz, can you do the dishes for me please?”

“Sure babe! Notta problem!”

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You find yourself distracted, picking apart his cleaning methods from the other side of the room like:

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Trying your hardest to just be grateful for the help and not micro-manage:

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And then they’re like, “Done! That was easy!”

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So you suck it up and quietly take care of the collateral damage when they walk out of the room like the clean queen. This is just who you are and you’re somewhat at peace with it.

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Until someone utters the fatal words, “When’s dinner, mom?”

It’s all over.

lady gaga cleaning gloves

A little peek into my Etsy shop revival

I’m super excited to officially announce my Etsy shop is back up and running!

Etsy love banner

Banner of Love | Hanging Wall Sign

Etsy Hoop

You’re not a Wallflower | Cheery Felt Flower Hoop

Etsy Critter Ears Set

Critter Ears Hair Clip Set

I’ve posted a few items so far and will be adding more as soon as I can finish all the other projects I’ve started. If I can just figure out how to keep my kitchen table/work space clear of the daily Lego explosion that happens any time I turn my back!

Dreaming

It’s scary at first, to let yourself hope for bigger, better, different things. “What if I believe for something that doesn’t happen?” I would think, fearfully. “I don’t think I could handle that kind of a let down. That kind of failure.” For me, this is has especially hit me in the area of spiritual things. I think we can be afraid to hope for something more or outside our comfort zone because if it doesn’t happen, then we’ll be shaken up, not sure what to believe, not sure of God, not sure of anything we’ve invested in.

“If it doesn’t happen, then what will I believe?”

I’ve been there. I’ve seen every stage — I’ve believed for things in my heart, in secret, that didn’t happen. I’ve believed for things God has shown me, told people these things were going to happen and they still haven’t happened. I’ve believed for many things that HAVE happened. And man, I’ve been so ‘off’ on some stuff in front of so many people that I was ready to move to Canada to hide from the embarrassment. Those kinds of things can mess. you. up… if you let them.

I’m not going to get it right every time, but experiencing those little let downs, a little embarrassment here and there hasn’t made me give up, walk away or lose sight of the good things God has ahead for me. Actually, I’ve learned even MORE about who He really is in the process of messing up and getting things wrong at times than if I would have stayed in that safe zone, not stretching myself, not believing there was more. My foundation is stronger, even after missing it and having my wrong thinking exposed. Because I learned it wasn’t God who disappeared on me and it wasn’t Him who let me down. And it surely wasn’t God who got it wrong. It was me. And that’s alright, I’m not perfect!

One time I saw this picture of the ocean and the water was so deep you couldn’t see the bottom. Sharks were circling at the surface, giving you the fear you could never swim. Then the picture grew, stretched, started taking you down into the depths to the places you couldn’t see before, down just past the sharks. It stopped at the floor of the ocean, where this huge, unlimited expanse of treasure was spread out as far as you could see. You’d never know it was down there if you didn’t dive in. THAT is what I’m going for. I’m done hanging out at the surface!

I still hate sharks though, let’s be real. I’m jumping in, armed with the right weapons.

A few of my current dreams:

  • I’m dreaming for even more mending and growth in my relationships. And for new ones to begin!
  • I’m dreaming for greater favor in the marketplace as I step back in and reopen my Etsy shop.
  • I’m dreaming to own my own coffee shop. :D
  • I’m dreaming for a sweet, fulfilling, secure future for my family.

Where I am is good, and better than where I’ve been, but I still have a lot of treasure waiting for me down there and you bess believe I’m going after it.