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Sometimes All I Have Left Is Dry Shampoo & Cereal
It’s Tuesday morning and already it feels like there’s been more days in the week than are actually planned on the calendar. The alarm strikes at 5 and I hit snooze 3 times before forcing my eyes open. I lay in bed for a minute contemplating trading in my work out for a few more minutes of sleep, but then I look over at my son snoozing sideways next to me, and that was all the incentive needed to drag myself out of bed because he would be full force once his eyes open. I need time to myself; without my 3-year-old crawling all over me and making demands before…
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When What You Have Is Finally Enough
This bedroom has served many purposes in its short time of housing us. It was Addison’s bedroom when we first moved in, the walls once covered in tall flower decals much suited for a 3-year-old. When I finally became pregnant with Brody 3 years later, my husband and I decided to move Addie into the playroom where she’d have access to the attic that would eventually become her playroom. My husband worked hard on making Addie’s new room fit our then 6 year old’s standards. The closet he built her was one that we envied, and he painted her room the perfect teal blue to match all her room décor…