Skin Care

#2014bloggerchallenge
Topic 2: Skin Care
 
 



I will be the first to admit that I am far from a beauty queen. My skin care regiment is simple and basic.

I have fair, sensitive, and pretty dry skin.

I begin my regiment by washing my face, daily, with Neutrogena’s ultra gentle daily cleanser.

I use Nivea moisturizing body wash.
 
After washing my face and body, I apply vitamin E oil over my body.
 
Prior to applying make-up, I use Cetaphil moisturizing, fragrance free cream. For extra moisture for my skin, I use Palmer’s coco butter.
 
That’s it. It’s simple and basic.
 
 




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Mothering Will Win The Day.

Today has been a good day. It’s one of those days when there isn’t anything in particular scheduled. But it’s not that there isn’t anything planned that is making it a good day. It’s the attitudes, the atmosphere, the aroma of content and happiness.

The toddler poured a box of q-tips on the bathroom floor. He became Godzilla and destroyed our marble museum. Which prompted the oldest to sigh and non nonchalantly say that he is at it again.

The boys bickered over toys, yet needed no solution from the mean mommy monster. A game of hide ‘n seek was played. They took turns hiding and seeking. The toddler proudly counted in gibberish which the oldest translated as if he was fluent in the tongue of the toddler.

Lunch time start out bumpy. Little tummies were growling while eyes and hands were on the prowl. Quickly, I dashed to heat up pasta with marinara and spinach. The ding of the plates hitting the table was a call that triggered fast feet trotting to be seated. However, disappoint filled their eyes. Ah, it’s going to be one of those battles. Sorrow filled cries begin to call out, “This doesn’t look yummy. I don’t like pasta. There is something green in here.” But, before the plates were pushed away in disgust, the mean mommy monster appeared with magical mozzarella that they happily sprinkled on their pasta. It was nice to hear silence as they devoured their meal.

Now, the day is still new and anything could set off a bomb of bad attitudes and moods. But, I’m hopeful that meltdowns will be conquered, messes will be made, and mothering will win the day. 

Looking with a New Prespective

Lately, everything has been a challenge. And ever so irritating, writing is one of those challenges. I’m hoping that putting pen to paper (then transferring online) will allow my creativity to flow more freely. However, I’m pretty sure one of my kids (most likely the youngest) will snatch my pen and take over the pages with his works for art.

I know there are parents out there who are very diligent about teaching their children to respect “mommy and daddy’s” items. Where as, I am not one of those parents. And, I’m sure many parents have experienced the sticky hand toddlers have when they see something of interest in their parent’s possession. For instance, this pen I’m using. It is apparently calling out my younger son’s name. “Come here little guy. Grab me. Mommy doesn’t need this, you do.” Okay, I should explain to my son that I am currently using this pen. Yet, I simply hand it over and grab a new one. This is a daily ritual rather it’s my book, food, remote control, make-up, etc.

Their little world is the center of my universe. The older they grow, the boundaries of life become more visible. Maybe that is why I’ve had such a hard time remaining an individual when for so long, I am all theirs. I want them to live in a world that brings them happiness and endless amount of love and attention. A constant reminder flashes in my mind, “They’ll grow up before you know it.” Therefore, I want to let them live in an universe that caters to them. They learn to respect and have manners. But, if they are begging for attention while I’m reading a book, trying to eat a meal, or cleaning, their life isn’t put on hold. It is mine. The laundry can wait. The bed can be made later. My child wants to he held, needs a specific toy, put together a puzzle, or simply talk. I became a mom to be their universe. Maybe its time for my depression about self-identity to wilt away. This is the life I choose and I don’t want my children raised any other way. My ability to be a parent has room for improvement.

I don’t think I’ll ever determine the root of my depression and it could be that I’m not supposed to. I need to take a new approach to living life with depression. Once I focus on my depression or an incident happens that provokes my sorrow, my thoughts become obsessed with solving the issue, figuring out why it happened, and how to prevent it. Then, before I know it, I’m struggling to complete daily task. Perhaps, it is time to simply accept what comes my way and move on.

I have to say, maybe this “pen to paper” approach will help, after all!

Life Outside These Walls

I’ve got to get out there. It’s time to move on from my life of solidarity and enter into the world of movement. It’s time. This is the part that will help develop my identity outside of motherhood.

I’ve been in this world before. I conquered and strived in it. It won’t suffocate my surroundings, but expand them. My future isn’t dependent on it yet craving it.

It’s time to claim the badges that I’ve craved for too long. The walls that are surrounding are full of comfort and consistency. They’ve provided solace for five years. My home has become more then a safe haven but an excuse.

The new year will bring new beginnings for many. And, I’m delightfully fearful of this new journey. A journey that many have conquered and some didn’t even bat an eye in stress. I am continuing my education and finishing my degree. I am joining the PTA and volunteering at my son’s school.

I’m exhausted of being stuck. I desire adult conversation, a different pace, and movement. My positive attributes are bursting at the seem to shine.

“Fear is Worse Than Fighting,” an old Gaelic proverb

A Little Update Since I’ve Been Gone

When life becomes hectic, time flies by. I can’t believe it’s been awhile since my last blog post, yet, I doesn’t seem that long ago.

My oldest son had to have eye surgery. He has Duane Syndrome. In his case, it effects his right eye. His right eye cannot turn to the right due to the inner muscle being malformed. Also, due to his right eye being weak, he over compensates with his left eye. This causes him not to be able to look straight ahead without tilting his head to the right. Due to this, his vision in his right eye has become weak. We decided it would be beneficial to surgically alter his right inner muscle on his right eye. This would allow him to look straight ahead without tilting his head and not overusing his left eye.

 
 
I was extremely delighted that I was able to carry him into the surgical room and hold him while they administered the first part of sedation. And I believe it was a huge comfort to him too. However, it was very hard, emotionally, watching him go into medical induced sleep. His surgery was roughly 70 minutes and than another hour in post-op. It has been 2 weeks since his surgery, and he is doing wonderful. The first three days were rough, but he hasn’t had any issues since then.
 
We have also put up our Christmas decorations! My oldest was beyond excited. However, there was a big snafu. Apparently, the Christmas tree must be topped with a star, not a bow … which we didn’t have. And, as you can guess, we now have one!
 

 
And just for poops and giggles … here are some pictures of the boys making some Christmas crafts.
 

 
 
 Now, it’s time for me to catch up on other blogs that I’ve missed!!