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The water challenge .. I accept!

IMG_7032You’d think drinking water would come easy for everyone, but for me, it’s hard. It’ll be noon before I realize I haven’t taken a sip of water. It’s also why I had the worst hemis during pregnancy (gross, sorry) and not the best supply of  breast milk back in the day. I just don’t drink enough water in the day, plain and simple.  Then, one night I was stalking all of my favorite girls on Instagram and saw on Julianne Hough’s Instagram that she took on the 21-day water challenge (it takes 21 days to create a habit), drinking two glasses of water every morning. WHICH is meant to hydrate and wake up your digestive track, preparing it for coffee, tea, breakfast and more (I heart the “more” stuff:))). I started just today and actually didn’t want to fall asleep at my desk for once!  Instead of crashing at 2:00pm I wanted to crash at 6:30pm, right before Pure Barre, ha, but then I pushed through and went to Barre, and was re-energized again. Now I’m excited to wake up and do it all over again. For 20 more days ..  And I’ve chosen two very special vintage drinking glasses to help me get through this = antiques handed down from my momma. Let’s see if this drinking water thing improves my skin, too. God knows my face could use some more moisture. Game on!

Cheryl, Holidays

Boo!

thumb_IMG_6279_1024Did I scare you?? I hope so! Happy Halloween friends. We’ll be having our own masquerade tonight and passing out candy. I know Jace will get a kick out of it.

P.S. The dollar store has the BEST cucumber and aloe vera night masks (see above obviously). They smell so yummy and make your face feel so soft and fresh after. But you’ll look like a murderer at the same time, hahaha

 

Cheryl

I’m 32 today.

thumb_IMG_6705_1024After a 14 hour day at work, I’m home. And it’s my birthday. Another year behind me. I don’t know about you, but time seems to only speed up the older you get. I was 29. Now I’m 32?! Slow down life!  I woke up pretty cheery this morning and went to Liberty Market with my boys to enjoy a free breakfast. We ordered the cinnamon roll that’s the size of a human head and the blueberry scone. It was perfect. Then I arrived to work to a box full of Bosa donuts (I think my work peeps know I have an obsession with sweets). Between text messages and Facebook messages and voicemails (and surprise flowers from my sister!), I actually had an incredibly productive day at work. Lots of great meetings and brainstorm sessions, then lunch with the girls. After work I attended some planned focus groups for my product line and then my team surprised me with Gigi’s cupcakes! I’ve literally had more sugar today than the average person should have in their lifetime, haha. Still on a sugar high of some sort right now, or maybe it’s a high from the day! I usually dread my birthday, in a way. I really don’t like extra attention. I’d rather things be about someone else. Sure, if you get me a gift I’ll freak out, but usually I don’t want any special treatment. But, for some reason I just went with it today. I smiled for the “Happy birthdays” and talked about my plans and wrote quick thank yous to all who texted and called and Facebooked. Maybe I’ve finally grown up. But what I’m realizing now at the end of my birth day is how many truly amazing people I have in my life, who go out of their way to make me feel special. One being my husband. I came home to more flowers, one my favorite red blends, the s’more bites I’m obsessed with from Trader and a card signed by Jace.  Thanks sweetie, and thanks to all my wonderful friends and family. You know who you are. XOXOXO

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Happy birthday to me

thumb_IMG_6549_1024For my birthday this year I decided to treat myself to Pure Barre! I started with the $10 Tuesday deal and then quickly fell in love. The music, the small movements, the pain. I’m officially hooked. I’m also incredibly in love with their clothing! Too bad I can’t afford any of it, ha. I’m 6 classes in and already seeing results. I took a before shot of my mid-section in case an after shot will be needed. Let’s see how I do after 30 days …  Happy birthday to me!

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Cheryl

Trying to lean in

This whole, work full time while your baby is in day care is not going over so well with me. I get it. Lots of moms do it. Either they need to or they want to. I read Sheryl Sandberg’s book. Sure, I too, want to keep my career and grow professionally and continue learning. To “lean in” with career so I have a stable future, a comfortable retirement {in Hawaii?}, and extra money to travel, see the world, blah blah. BUT. My outlook has changed, and I never thought it would. I can’t deal with someone else spending more time in the day with my son than I.  I can’t stand the idea of missing his first crawl or first clap. My mom friends warned me that it would be hard, but it’s so much harder than they said it would be. I’m not OK with only seeing him in the mornings/evenings during the week. I want more of him. I want it more than anything for myself. I want to stare at him all day and play with him, plan activities, teach him, help him learn. I don’t even care when he’s fussy. Bring it on Jace. I want to lean in as a mother, full time. Family means more to me than ever before and what our future holds together. Not just Rob and me. But our new family. And so there is where I’m at. In limbo with my feelings. How can a Mom get balance? Is this what my life will have to be like for the next 18 years? Juggling career and child? {yessss}. Am I going to miss some of this precious time, in which I can never get back {yesssss}. What the hell. Moms, how do you do it? My brain is being pulled in two different directions.

And it’s even worst when after my drive to work, I go in the back to get little boy out of his car seat and he’s waking up and about the cutest thing you’ll ever see. He’s sleepy and smiley and cuddly. Then I have to hand him off. It’s gut-wrenching. It’s nauseating. Makes me yearn for a part-time gig or for a day care of my own, ha. Makes me dream big about my blog, writing more, reading more and being a home maker. Makes me wish I lived in Iowa or some small, inexpensive town where I pay a third of what it costs to live in California. Damn you, California.  Why are you so expensive?! So, Moms, how do you do it?! Help.