With Father’s Day upon us I would like to take a minute to say a little bit about my husband. The father of my children and the most important man in my life.
Thank you. I know I do not say this enough. You go to work every day and bust your butt so we can have an amazing life. Thank you for allowing me to be a stay at home mom with our children. Thank you for supporting me and helping me follow my dreams.
You do so much more than work though. You do all of the hard things that I won’t. Like, clean up vomit. Not only the kids and the dogs but mine too. I don’t even have to ask and for this, I thank you. Thank you for doing all of the gross work.
You don’t know how much I appreciate every single back rub. (Yes, I know I ask every single night.) You only give me a few groans but you still do it. After dealing with the kids all day it’s so nice to be spoiled by you. I know you deserve a back rub too, I swear someday I’ll get to it.
Thank you for loving me even though I am not the same woman you met ten years ago. I can no longer fit into those little outfits I used to wear. I have stretch marks that look like a map of the United States. You still love me, you still make me feel beautiful, and you don’t comment when I haven’t shaved my legs in a month. I appreciate that.
Thank you for always having my back. When it comes to my parenting methods, my family, your family, or just in general, you always support me. I know I am not the easiest person to deal with and you only sometimes make fun of my awkwardness. For that, I love you even more.
I am so in love with how much you love our children. You are the best father in the world and they adore you. (M always pulling your beard and ripping your glasses off is her way of saying, I love you, Daddy.) The kids are crazy all of the time. Where was I going with that? Oh, they are crazy but they love you. Even if you think they don’t show it.
Thank you for being patient with me. In all aspects of our marriage. I know you don’t get much you time. Just know that I notice. I don’t give you as much attention and I did before our kids, okay you hardly get any at all. I swear someday I will figure it out.
There is so much more I could say but our kids are waking up and ain’t nobody got time for that.
I love you, babycakes!
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Just a quick note, my blog is primarily based on personal views and experience, sometimes referring to research and some background information, with the aim of helping anyone who may be suffering, or know of anyone suffering from a mental health illness. I haven’t written in a while, so let’s see how this goes. I would welcome any advice and feedback on my blogs, or your personal thoughts on the topic.
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Being an only girl with seven rowdy brothers makes country life rough for sixteen-year-old Pepper. She is sick and tired of the annoying and down-right embarrassing pranks of her brothers. Plus, she resents having to compete with them for the attention and love she craves from her too-strict dad. Enters Stoney, a cute hippy who offers her a ride to a place where she is promised unconditional love and acceptance. But that love may not be unconditional.
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If you look around yourself, or perhaps merely within, you may observe a staggering amount of procrastination. Gigantic amounts of time spent on activities that are utterly unproductive; loitering around on social media being the biggest of them.
A psychologist named Abraham Maslow designed a hierarchy of needs which claimed the greatest need of humans to be that of self actualization. Yet that striving towards unveiling your best self is seldom reflected in contemporary reality.
I have always housed a craving for understanding, and this phenomenon of inactivity piqued my interest sufficiently enough for me to ponder over it. And I found that our old buddy, Apple Guy Newton, had provided an insight into this little situation that I wished to comprehend.
“An object at rest will remain at rest unless acted on by an unbalanced force.”
And thus I understood the war which waged within. (amazing alliteration surprises spectators)
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“Motherhood is a choice you make every day, to put someone else’s happiness and well-being ahead of your own, to teach the hard lessons, to do the right thing even when you’re not sure what the right thing is….and to forgive yourself, over and over again, for doing everything wrong.” – Donna Ball, At Home on Ladybug Farm
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For people who are under the clutches of Bipolar disorder and Schizophrenia – Serious Mental Illness!!!
Identity, two poles apart
Misconstrued and misunderstood like a mirage
Walking with melancholic thoughts in a hostile surround
Reeling with joy carelessly in the limits unbound
Finding nemesis in the thin air of uncertainty
Relinquishing the bottled up illusions in a canopy of dreams
Like puppets of the unprecedented world leave traces of the stalking ghosts
Loneliness, thy fatal companion conjures the violent outboast
Truth, a bizarre lies gallops through a rampant forest
A silhouette untamed, unchallenged controls the mind so torrid
The thunderbolts and the lightning reluctant to cease
Rain of tranquility rescues the mind from the cancerous disease
A world so bright, serene and unruffled, a reality on canvas
Patience and perseverance, the trusted colors to overcome the uncouth past
Boisterous, blasphemous and unabashed the soul quenches a parched mind
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Imagine if you could have a tete-a-tete with yourself. I wonder what your 50yr old would tell your 20yr old, because dreams we have in our early days don’t always go according to plan. They can take years to manifest themselves & we can become somebody quite different to the one we envisaged. Judith Chalmers ‘Wish You Were Here.’ Now she had my dream job! I could write about beautiful, exotic locations, try delicious cuisine from around the world & persuade others to try it too…..surely it couldn’t be that hard? A smart flat in London & a second one in Milan (with a surname like Bellavia I could never go wrong in Italy) & my life would be sorted. If not a travel journalist/presenter, a tennis player was next on my list followed by anything to do with food & finally, something that involved singing. Well things didn’t quite
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