Click here for stories about Sweetbriar Farm. It’s a work in progress, but we couldn’t be happier with the mess of land we bought in December 2015.
Click here for stories about our Every Day Lives. On occasion I can be quite profound, but most of the time I’m just a rambling mess. So far this year, I’ve stopped at a house fire and called 911 (totally scary), have worked hard at eliminating the sense of entitlement in our household (it’s a full time job), and have enjoyed a few visits back home with the kids in tow (you’re never too old to go home).
I originally started this blog so I wouldn’t bore my friends and family with my furniture makeovers. At the time, I planned on keeping our personal lives out of the blog, but I quickly realized that furniture re-do’s is just a small part of who I am.
I love my family, my dog, and being outdoors.
I love lifting heavy weights and reading brain candy books because both of those things are great stress relievers for me. It’s cheap therapy and it keeps me well-balanced.
I love sharing funny things and not so funny things that happen in our every day lives. Sometimes it’s simply because our families live so far away and I want them to catch a glimpse of what we’re into, and at other times, I share something that’s been weighing heavily on my heart.
Our family isn’t perfect, the house isn’t always clean, and parts of it aren’t decorated for that matter. The foyer is usually blocked off with my latest furniture project and you would be lucky to get in the front door at times.
We’re real folks leading real lives that can sometimes be real messy.
We have a Tween boy and recently I feel like a baby alien has been dropped into our lives. I mean, seriously, who is this kid??? One minute I’m so stinking proud of how mature he has become and the next minute I’m speechless over how dumb his actions can be.
I pray for patience.
The younger is a people pleaser, but he has his moments, too. And those moments usually come at bedtime.
He sleep walks and talks, and has night terrors.
Every. Single. Night.
He’s ten by the way, so I’ve given up on him growing out of these things and actually sleeping all night long once and for all. For those moms who exclaim their babies didn’t sleep through the night for a whole three months, all I can say is lucky you! Mine are ten and twelve and have yet to sleep through the night.
So you see, I like to share makeovers and crafts when I can, but I also like to share our daily lives no matter how messy it gets because that’s keeping it real.
Have a good one folks! I can almost see Friday from here!