The Millennial Homemaker

The musings of a Stay at Home Mom

Lazy Days of Summer

The past few weeks of my life can be summarized into two words: (1) lazy and (2) busy. After moving my family from one home to another at the end of April, I have chosen to do as little as possible over the summer. I have chosen to be lazy.

But it’s not all bad to be lazy.

Because, at the same time, I am still a busy mama. I am still cleaning and cooking and washing and organizing and running errands. Our family has had more visitors in our new house these past three months than we have had in the past year at the old house! I have stretched way beyond my limit in hospitality and served meals, hosted overnight guests, and play dates.

My view of laziness is equal to rest.

You can’t keep the motor running all the time. You need to stop and recharge those batteries. My version of rest these days is to sit in front of the TV and binge watch an old show called Gilmore Girls. It’s a light-hearted show of two major characters (a young mom and a teen-aged daughter) who share the ups and downs of living in a small, charming New England town. They drink too much coffee, and they talk way too much. But…

It is fun to watch and pretend I am living in that Gilmore world.

I know that the lazy days of summer are quickly coming to a close. The school supplies are waiting to be purchased. The patio furniture has been cleared out of the stores, and soon the rumble of the yellow school buses will line the streets once again. It’s only a matter of a few weeks and life will churn in another direction. The summer season will bow out gracefully to the new one ushering in with the first cool breeze of fall.

Oh, how I can hardly wait to open my windows and smell the cool air again.

So for now, in the midst of July, I am basking in the laziness of summer. Just as a bear hibernates all winter in preparation for a busy spring, I am hibernating inside my air-conditioned home to prepare for the upcoming season where I can go outside and stretch my legs and run around without heat exhaustion.

How about you? How are you enjoying your summer? I hope that you are finding those moments of calm. Those moments of rest. Those moments of lazy.

May you all be blessed today, my dear reader.

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Hitting Milestones… Making Memories

Graduation from high school is a big deal to both the child and the parents who raised him or her. Thirteen years of school, countless hours of studying, and a myriad of activities all culminate to one thing: the high school diploma. A piece of paper becomes the passageway that says a child has completed a huge milestone. It says, “Welcome to Adulthood.”

When my second son was born in December 1997, I didn’t really count the number of years that would bring him to May 2016… the year of his high school graduation. As held my 9 pound 9 ounce baby boy in my arms for the first time, I just wanted to cherish that moment of his miraculous birth. I didn’t want to think of him growing up….yet. Then, thousands upon thousands of moments later I am watching him don his blue cap and gown as we cheer him on to the next milestone of his life.

As he is leaping from one milestone to the next, I am holding on to each memory.

As a mom I am so proud of each of my children’s accomplishments. I am grateful that I have been there for all of those milestones. From their first smiles and their first words, to the first day of school and then to their last day of senior year, I am so honored to be there for them. My heart leaps with joy and cries tears of mixed emotions.

I believe that all parents want to see their children succeed through life. The love, the time, the sacrifice, the tears, the joy… all of it becomes so crystal clear when that moment comes to say, “Welcome to Adulthood.”

Right now I have so much to say, yet the words are hard to form.

Dear Michael,

I prayed for you when you were in my womb.

I prayed over you when you went to kindergarten.

I prayed for you when you went to summer camp.

I prayed for you when  you were in your first play.

I prayed for you when you had your first job.

I prayed for you when you received your driver’s license.

And now, I am praying for you as you begin life after high school.

All those moments. All those days. Etched in my memory.

I’ll love you forever and forever my baby you’ll be.

Love always,



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Miss Wishy-Washy

I need to do a little explaining of this title. Just this week I have been called this name. In the past I would have cowered in a corner and cried. But, this time I took it like a big girl should. I pulled up my boot straps, straightened my neck, and held my face forward.

Yes, I am Miss Wishy Washy.

It’s not always a bad thing to not know what you want in this life. Everyday there are a million choices that need to be made. What should I eat? What should I wear? Should I turn left or right for better traffic? Do I drink regular or leaded coffee (or none at all)?

Life is full of choices.

Sometimes, we don’t get to make our choices. Sometimes, the choices are laid out as plain as day. For example, most of us have two bad genes: one will lead to cancer, and the other will lead to diabetes (and heart disease). We don’t have a choice in that wild card.

But, with that in mind, we can still make choices to prevent those diseases. We can choose what we want to eat. We can choose if we want to exercise. We can choose to be happier and lead stressless lives (which will reduce your chances of cancer or diabetes).

So, this is why I am Miss Wishy Washy.

I am trying to figure out the best path for my life. I have my hands in 5 network marketing groups at the moment. Yes, F I V E !!!! I have so much love for so many things, that I figured if I dabble if enough of them, then O N E of the them will make sense. It’s not about the money I’d make. It’s about the relationships and the life changing experiences.

So, go ahead and say it.

“Why can’t you just make up your mind and stick with something?”

Well, I definitely understand that question. It is a question I have asked of others several times in the past. But, now, as a mid-life woman, I see why there are variables.

Life is short. You only live once on this planet. It is okay to try a variety of things as long as it benefits your own life (without harming others).

So, take a risk. Join that network marketing group if you want. Try a new hobby. Read a good book. Take that road trip. Hike that mountain.

Be wishy-washy. And while you are at it, say HI to me 🙂



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The Worthy Fight


About three weeks before the new year I began to get nervous. I was concerned about the future. I didn’t want to face something. That something?


As a worrier by default, I am not eternally optimistic about most things. I am a realist, yet I want to be an idealist. I want to have things like hope or courage. Yet, these past few years have beaten my emotions to a pulp.

Good News!

As I woke up to January 1, 2016, the sky wasn’t falling like I had worried. The earth was still revolving. The sun was still shining. My kids were still smiling. And I was still breathing.

The past few days I have been pulling myself up by my bootstraps, so to speak. I have been putting on my mental boxing gloves, and I am gearing up for a fight.

The Worthy Fight

It’s hard to think of any fight as something worthy. So, what is so worthy that requires fighting?



FIGHT for your FAITH



FIGHT for your LIFE

I am determined to make 2016 my year to FIGHT! Fight for all of the above. This blog post is my personal reminder to keep on swimming, keep on moving forward, keep on keeping on…. especially on the bad days. Because, there will be bad days. But, there is still HOPE.

I absolutely love the song by Rachel Platten called Fight Song.

Here are a few lyrics (I hope that’s OK, Rachel):

This is my fight song

Take back my life song

Prove I’m all right song

…. ’cause I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me

Thank you, Rachel, so much for these words. They are my mantra for 2016.


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Reflections from the Sky


Today was the day. We had bought the tickets over two months ago. The clock was ticking down. The bags were packed and in the car.

It has been beautiful weather in Phoenix for the past week or so. 70 something degrees and absolutely glorious. My family and I have braved through 18 summers in the desert of Arizona so we can enjoy the blissful 6-7 months of glorious.

Even in the midst of bliss, change must be in order from time to time.

We need to appreciate what we have.

So, here I sit, on a plane from Phoenix to Dallas, and eventually will be on a flight from Dallas to Charlotte. Our family is embarking on a family vacation (and mini business trip).

It’s our first “big” vacation since March 2013. On our last trip my mom went with us. Now, she is no longer here. She is in heaven flying around with all of the other angels, gabbing and singing. I’m sure of it. She longed for heaven.

I am six or seven miles closer to her right now, but every bone in my body longs to see her. I know she is looking out for us. We are going somewhere that has more family and friends.

We long to love, and to be loved.

We need our emotional tanks recharged.

2015 has been quite the year for my family. From a marriage crisis in January, to losing our Papa to cancer in March, to learning about more friends and family who are suffering physically and emotionally this past summer, it’s easy to bury my head in the sand and wish for another life.

Truth is, 95% of this life is peaceful. It’s that 5% that has rocked my world, through unforeseen events such as deaths, health issues, spiritual challenges, and just wear and tear on the body.

Last year when I was experiencing panic attacks and horrible anxiety I never thought I would get to a place of healing. Honestly, I thought I was destined for a lifelong trauma of emotional and mental illness.

Through many months of struggle, which included medications, counseling, prayer, self help books and more prayer, I noticed that I could emotionally breathe again. At least I could breathe on most days.

So, this flight today is a test. It’s a test to know that I can overcome anxiety. Through the grace of God (and some help with a beta blocker and anti-anxiety pill) I am staying in my seat. I am listening to my app. There’s nothing like the loud rush of water blasting through two ear buds to keep my mind in the present moment.

I know there will be more tests in the future. The key to finding peace in the storm is to face that storm. Head for the eye of the storm and then rise above it. It’s not easy to face the challenges.

Silly me. Waiting at the gate I shed a tear and feel sweaty and display cold hands over something that I cannot control.

I keep telling myself that I am not in control. Not at all. Everything I do. Everywhere I go. Everybody I meet. Everything I eat.


Yet, I know that my faith in God needs to expand. If I truly trust Him, if I truly believe that I am in His hands, I will be fine. He knows the number of my days. He knows the numbers of hairs on my head.

So, as I sit here, waiting to land in less than one hour, I keep singing to myself, “My Life is In Your Hands.”

Test #2 is my connector flight. And, I get to start all over again.


Two days later, I am happy to say… both flights were fine. Just like everyone said they would be.

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