Updates and still nesting – Closet Clean Out!

Sorry I’ve been a bit MIA. Been working on a few things for the gym (follow us @csswellness) including a new website.

Anywho – what’s new?

LB started 5 (half) day a week preschool AND soccer. And even though Vivian is still always with me – it gives me a lot more free time. In that time I’ve done A LOT of decluttering. Honestly clutter gives me even MORE anxiety than I normally have and I hate not being able to find what I need because I’m too busy looking through junk I DONT need.

I’ve done our kitchen cabinets, shoe closet, and most recently – my clothes/closet.

Guys. I didn’t take before pics but I had SO many clothes. I probably consigned 40 pairs of jeans, 30 dresses, 70 shirts. all stuff I hadn’t worn in years. Not even fashionable stuff honestly.

I had purses so old that I found this in one

Seriously. That ID is from FIFTEEN YEARS AGO.

Continue reading “Updates and still nesting – Closet Clean Out!”

Fatherhood seems pretty hard, too.

I’m hard on my husband sometimes and I shouldn’t be. He comes home after waking up at 4 am for a 12-13 hour workday to get tackled (or totally ignored – depends on the day) by an excited oversized 4 year old and growled at by a thicc baby with an attitude. And he smiles. 
I guess the standard for fatherhood set by society is SO much lower than the standard for motherhood that sometimes it makes me bitter. That a dad just showing up is enough but a mom can be shamed for darn near any parenting choice. Sometimes I just wanna shout “YOU WASNT WITH ME SHOOTIN IN THE GYM” at him. 

Kitchen Renovation – 2 year update

I still to this day get asked questions about our kitchen renovation from 2017. And I’m tired of sharing an old blog post so here’s some updates 😂

Since that post not much has changed in the kitchen other than decor and doing the grout renew pen. But i do get a lot of questions about how things have been holding up.

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STILL nesting somehow – grout renew

Somehow I feel like I’m nesting again. So I tackled something that’s bothered me for awhile. For some reason, whoever built this house picked out tile with basically WHITE grout for the floor. When we moved in I was totally unfamiliar with care and didn’t know it wasn’t sealed. So obviously it got disgusting. I really didn’t notice because I was working so much, but my the time we had been living there 6 months the floor looked totally different. So much so that in our painted cabinets before and after someone asked if we had changed the floor 😩

That was after only living here like 6 months! Continue reading “STILL nesting somehow – grout renew”

I hated school because I never wanted to take work home.

Writing about my anxiety helps me make light of daily stresses and feel more grateful. I was a little hesitant to publish this one, but here goes nothing:

Picture it: Huntington 2011 (i love golden girls 😂).

One of my first thoughts when i decided to hustle up some summer classes and finish my BS in chemistry a semester early was “I can’t wait until a life without homework”.

I hated college and vowed to never go back to school. Because it never ended – classes ran into other classes ran into study groups ran into labs. It was so much pressure, so many hours of dedication… ONE mistake could ruin everything back then. I was over it and I wanted time to live my life.

When I first started my first job as a chemist I was amazed at how nice it was to leave work – even if it was a long day … and be DONE until the next day. Or be DONE all weekend.

It was absolutely amazing to not have work following me around like a shadow. My anxiety was way down. Life was simpler.

Then i became a mom, which is like getting a PhD in overworking. It’s honestly like college on crack cocaine. Continue reading “I hated school because I never wanted to take work home.”

The trauma of being a black mother

Can I tell you guys something real?

I am a mom who has a lot of anxious thoughts postpartum, and being a woman of color adds to my stress. Being a black woman, specifically.

I won’t go into depth because other black women understand and I am not trying to convince anyone else. Continue reading “The trauma of being a black mother”