Thought I knew what I was Doing

For a while I have been concerned about having enough to care for my family during a crisis. At first I was concerned about food shortages at the market or something, but I have come to realize this is about more than that.

If we were to lose our job, or my Husband wasn't able to work for some reason, I am no longer able to jump into a career that would pay enough to cover things. I also don't want to become dependent on the assistance that our government thinks we should all have access to. So, what do you do.

I started without really knowing where to start. Almost everything I read said you should stock up on bulk items and canned goods, but how do you rotate a 20 pound bag of flour in your pantry? No matter how much I have researched I have haven't come up with a plan that is easy to follow that won't make life any more complicated. So, I have decided to do my own thing.

And this is where it got me...

...completely random, thought I knew what I was doing, things!!

This will be my attempt to come up with a system that makes since, doesn't freak me out and doesn't cost an arm and a leg to do.

I have been working this out for a while, and now have some great ideas to make this actually happen, so I will keep you updated on my progress.

No More

It dawned on me recently that my life has changed. Yes, it's still crazy. My three kids run circles around me, simultaneously requesting my acknowledgment and the dog patiently waits his turn...oh and then there's the cat who meows like a girl. Anyway, with all of this, it's officially transitioned to the "next" phase.

My first baby is reading, really well. My second baby can do almost everything by herself. I'm potty training my last baby, and I don't have anymore "babies" left. This is a little sad, but at the same time it is very liberating. I can go to the store A LOT easier than I used too. I can tell my kids to "suck it up" if they don't like it ('cause babies don't like it when you tell them that!) I can stand back and watch more, because they don't need me to hold their hand.

I do miss it, a little. I love snuggling my nephew and stealing all the baby kisses I can. But I am to a point now that feels right. It's time to move forward. Now the hard part is figuring out what to do next.

No More

I opened up my eyes today
and saw my life in a brand new way.
My little babes, so sweet to touch,
are growing up without a fuss.
Their hands, once tiny as a mouse
help pull them up on their play house.
Finger sized feet, so soft and sweet,
now wear size nine and sometimes stink.
I squeeze and kiss them more and more,
in case there's a day they yell "no more"