Im Getting My Soapbox...

Recently I read a discussion about children under 5 attending school. Some as early as 2 years old are send to "school." My husband and I like to refer to it as daycare. Plain and simple. You can dress it up but can't change what it really is. Some moms are just terrified that they can't send their Jon or Joe to school. Other moms quickly offered supportive advice, work at night to get the money, cut back and scrimp and save, send her for only 2 days instead of 3... and so forth. Im sure you get the idea. Now, if a mom must work due to financial reasons or if she is a single mom then you do what you must... if your a stay at home mom then I just don't understand.

I don't understand what the rush is? What's the importance of sending these tiny, precious, moldable gifts from God out of the nest so soon? I simply just don't get it. Its sad. Its sad that some moms feel that their little vulnerable child is better off in the hands of a stranger than their own? I guess in time the teachers become friends but they still will never have your childs best interest at heart.

I look at my children and regret the years I didn't have with them. I regret the time I too fell into the lies of "my time." I shake my head to think my kids were better off somewhere besides under my wing where they would be the safest. Yes, its inevitable that they will leave. I expect that, I look forward to the day they can confidently walk out into this world and blossom, but until that day, I will hold them and teach them and love them knowing that time is not at 2 or 3 or 4 years of age!

If...

"If I win Miss Universe I will travel all around the world with my sparkly crown and cute dress and pray for world peace. I will kiss underprivileged children on the cheek and tell them that this too can be them one day. I will show the world how fit I am by wearing a teeny tiny bikini because we all know exercise is done in stilettos.I will base my worth on a number score and cry if Miss So and So gets a better number than me. I will crumble in my late 20's because Im considered old and washed up to the world. I reached my peak at 21.Rude comments will be made towards my outward appearance and I will just add more vaseline to my smile. I will promise to uphold all my Miss Pretty duties and make my country proud.."

* I really DON'T like pageants...* =x

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A Few Things I Still Strongly Believe In...

*Prayer

* Wearing your Sunday Best To Church

*Going To Church On Sunday

* HANDWRITTEN Thank You notes

*Hostess gifts

*Saying Grace before dinner, no matter who is dining with us!

* Introductions

*Prayer

*Holding doors open for others

*Please, Thank you and everything in between

*Social Graces

*Traditions

*Family meals

*Prayer

*Dating your husband

*Wearing your wedding rings

*Having your husband lead

*Hospitality,Hospitality Hospitality

Just some things I have been thinking about....

I Weigh What???

Weight has never been an issue with me. Quite truthfully I have always been pretty thin. As a young bride I weighed exactly 100 lbs soaking wet. I wore a size 0, was always tan and looking like I just stepped out of a magazine (yes, I was young and kid-less...so I can brag.)

My biggest dilemma was which outfit to choose, how to style my hair and Jason became my personal stylist. He would sit on our bed as I endlessly tried on my very expansive wardrobe. "Which outfit looks best on me babe...?" was the key question.

Two kids later and my figure was still the envy of many. My weight remained a constant 116.5. I may have had a bit of belly around the middle (which I forever complained about...if I only knew) but I was back in my old clothes, adding to my collection and enjoying life. I weighed a bit more than I did on my wedding day but it was still way below most. For 5 years nothing changed and then more babies came...1, 2 and 3... then followed by endless pregnancies.

Now my scale is my enemy. I have hit the "30's" and you know what they say... once your in your thirties it doesn't come off....

Along with my obsession with leopard, I have also over-indulged in late night quesadilla's,chicken rolls, sour cream and all things greasy. NO NO NO!!! What is wrong with me?? I no longer enjoy getting on my scale. My hour long fashion shows for hubby have now turned into...

"Babe, does this fit me? Can you see my muffin top? If I suck in real deep do you think YOU can zip it for me??"

Things must change, the weight must come off and my middle must be gone!

I will not reveal the big numbers my scale insists on reading back to me but I will tell you this, from this moment forward I will resist the urge for cheesy mexican goodness. I will swear off brownies (gulp) and turn away Happy pie pizza's delivered right to my door...(sob sob)

Gapboy will be dragged with me as I walk and run this body around my neighborhood. I will return, slim and trim with a body my former self will be proud of. Its on!!!

But you know how this goes... the moment I lose it all, is the moment that little plus sign appears on the stick. Some things will never change sigh....

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Who Am I?

Im a God fearing, husband lover, kid kisser, newly southern, pink lovin, preppy dressin, monogram crazed, pearl wearin, toile decoratin, red house livin ,rooster buying, polk-a-dot and bow collectin, bakin, cookin and textin lady, blogging buddy, coffee drinkin, sushi eatin, GAP wearin, prim decoratin , tassle crazed, family lovin, flower gardenin HAPPY housewife!