I am trying so ridiculously hard to get organized. I love organization. I thrive off of organization. I may have a slight addiction to post it notes and other freshly opened packs of office supplies. However, if you look through, oh lets say my housepursecar you would probably come to the conclusion that I am ridiculously unorganized.
But it’s not my fault. Well, okay, it is. But I am a busy lady. Working mom on the go. Attempting to start a small business and work 40+ hours, and take care of home, hubby, and child makes for an interesting mess. (Did I mention I also make my own baby food, yea, I’m that mom.)
So I write lists. Lots of lists. Checklists, shopping lists, To Do lists… I keep them in my work notebook, my day planner, my iPhone. Sometimes these lists help, but mostly they add to the list of chaos. I kid you not one of the items I have jotted down is “Get chalkboard for kitchen” so I can make more household lists. This has to end!
I need to get organized. I have to get organized. My marriage and my sanity may actually depend on getting organized.
Step one for me is my day planner. I need to write things out, see it visually. I fell in LOVE with my planner this year. She is dreamy, bright, happy. Everything and more you could possibly need in a day planner. She can be found here. (Yep, she is definitely a she isn’t she!)
Step two needs to be managing my lists. I feel like it may be time to go digital on this one. I have such a massive list of projects to get accomplished (not to mention a Pinterest page overflowing with ideas) I need to keep it together somehow, and find a way to manage it.
So I started a Springpad account. Downloaded the app everything. Now all my lists and ideas and notes can be in one solid place. Time to get shit down! Their motto is “Everyday life, better.” Hopefully my “Every which direction” life can get a little better!
Wish me luck! And if there is anything out there that helps you stay on top of it, please(!) share!
I am kind of obsessed with boudoir shoots. Not in a weird fetish sort of way, but in an always secretly dreamed of being a VS Angel kind of way. I had big plans of presenting my husband-to-be with a sexy photo album of me before our wedding. Then life happened, and that never happened. Planning a wedding and working full time, our big day was upon us much faster then I had anticipated.
Shortly after we said our I Do’s we decided to stop not trying to have a baby (that’s a clever way of saying no birth control). Then I got pregnant. Really fast. Apparently I come from a fertile family. Dream shattered. Moment over. So I did the next best thing, I took very classy, but slightly sexy maternity pictures. I wanted to embrace my body and the beauty that I felt. I channeled my inner Christina Aguilera, and bared it all for the camera.
So here I am, just shy of one year postpartum, planning my one-year present to myself, a boudoir shoot sans baby belly. And this got me thinking as to why I feel it is so important for every women at some point in her life to put it all out there.
We spend a lot of time as women being hard on our bodies. As teens, we judge ourselves against impossible standards. Our early 20’s are spent with too many drinks and food that can be ordered through a speaker (which is a shame looking back, because that 20 year old body was pretty amazing). But our later 20’s and early 30’s we are in our prime! We finally appreciate what our bodies have become. Any women that has had a child has seen first hand how utterly incredible the human body is. (Superman has shit on us!) This is a time of feeling empowered, strong, sexy… and why not capture that on camera?
In the beginning I wanted my husband to have an picture of me that he could have forever, his young wife looking incredibly sexy. But now it is about me. About capturing the feeling I have toward my body and the attitude I have toward life. I have learned that being healthy and being happy is far more important then trying to fit into an image of perfection. I want my daughter to grow up with a mom that shows her confidence and a healthy self image. I want capture these feelings of finally feeling like I have truly become a women. (Insert cheesy Britney Spears song here if you must.) And mostly, I want to look back when I am old and wrinkled (or possibly Botox filled, still on the fence) and think “Damn, I was hot!” There is such logic in Sex and the City reruns:
This is not about a man’s approval. This photo is just for me so when I’m old and my tits
are in my shoes I can look at it and say ¨Damn, I was hot.¨
Samantha, Sex and the City
I have a few months to plan (or scheme as I like to call it) before my scheduled shoot. From hair and makeup, to clothing optional accessories, there is so much fun in the entire process. If you are on the fence about booking your own boudoir photoshoot, keep reading as I update on my journey with tips, tricks and advice from the pros! And make sure to follow my Pinterest board for even more inspiration!
Everyone told me Mommyhood was going to change my life. I heard all the usuals throughout my pregnancy. Everything from ‘You’ll never sleep again’ to ‘Don’t expect to ever turn the TV on again.’ I am happy to report my daughter of 8.5 months sleeps through the night, and has done so since very early on. I am also happy to report (or maybe I shouldn’t be so happy about this) but I am still a television zombie. Yes, life has changed in a million and one ways. But it is not so foreign to my pre-baby life as everyone tried to prepare me for.
I went into motherhood knowing one thing: I knew nothing! I had no idea what type of child I was going to have, how I was going to respond to my new role, how my household would change. I kept an open mind, and nodded politely while everyone told me exactly how it was going to be. Friends and family alike started every conversation regarding the baby with “Just wait…” and inserted their horror story about sleeping, eating, pooping, and their sex lives.
It was actually a stranger in a bar (yep, picture me almost 10 months preggers sipping root beer at a bar with the hubs) that said the most profound thing I had heard. “Just wait…” Great, I thought, the famous words. I wonder what lovely story this slightly drunk stranger has for me. “Just wait, it will be the greatest thing you ever do.” Finally! Words of encouragement! Someone that knows that yes, it is hard, and yes, things are going to change but at the end of the day it is the greatest joy and love you will ever know.
My challenge to those reading is the next time you are around someone who is pregnant, friend or stranger, and you open your mouth to speak your pearls of wisdom, close your mouth. Just shut it right there. You are not going to say anything to this person they have not already heard. Regroup, then go ahead and open your mouth and pass along the strongest words of encouragement you can give someone. Remember this is not your pregnancy, not your child. You can offer up your own experience, but besides your support that is all you have to give. Never again be guilty of the “Just wait” statements from hell.
Instead, pass along the best drunken statement ever uttered to a mother: Just wait, it will be the greatest thing you ever do.