I once read that a big part of being a mother was about the guilt. I don't think I fully understood this at the time but being 6 years in and going from 1 to 3 kids in 3 years I do know now what they meant by that. Pretty much everything. It affects everything I do. The most guilt I feel is about not being a stay at home mom, and lately Alexandra, who just turned 3 has been giving me a hard time over it as well.
Balance Family

If the title didn't give it away, I'm sitting inside a Starbuck's cafe right now with my 7 year old daughter and just chillin' the day away. While I sip my Caffe' Mocha with a yummy shot of Espresso and Peppermint while attempting to write my thoughts here, she on the other hand is busy with the iPad and sipping her favorite drink. What's pretty about this picture? Ah, you should ask. Silence. Peace. Priceless!

I don’t know about your children, working mummies, but mine is a contender for the Pickiest Eater in America title. When Hayden was born, I vowed to exclusively breastfeed and make my own baby food to instill great eating habits in him. Starting at four months, my little man was eating purees of fresh spinach, tomatoes, leeks, root vegetables, all fruits imaginable, lean ground meats, peas and every other healthy item under the sun. I patted myself on the back for a job well done when he refused the smash cake that was offered on his first birthday.

Three years ago, after being a SAHM for 25 years, I decided to pursue a life-long dream and start my own business. Being super-organized, and taking the "When you have lemons make lemonade" philosophy to heart, I hired a developer to create software versions of the lists I'd created to help manage our household. I offer them through my website, Habitudes.info.

Oh yes, I am going to go there. Those of you who think its TMI, stop reading now because this is about to get really real.
I love my husband. Not only do I love my husband, I like my husband. He is funny, cute, smart and talented. We have respect for each other's similarities and differences, weaknesses and strengths. Sounds perfect? Not in the bedroom.

Three years apart, my kids, Robert and Julia, graduated from preschool in the cutest of ceremonies. They marched with their classes up the steps of the school’s front porch and sat on a long bench until it was their turn to receive their diplomas. Brothers and sisters, moms and dads cheered from tiny chairs lined up in the parking lot.



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