Journal of a young mama and all the thoughts I need to shout into the void
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Sandylion Winnie the Pooh Disney Stickers, scanned by me
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The other reblogs have covered a good bit. Budgets are essential. If you get a credit card treat it like a debit card. Do not spend more money than you have. Pay it off in full every month. Do not fall for the minimum payment trap.
Utilize your freezer. When you’re on a budget food going off can make you want to cry. Get frozen veggies, frozen fruit (for smoothies or to add to yogurt or oatmeal!). If you think you’re not going to eat a whole loaf a bread in the time given pop half of it in the freezer and toast slices as needed. I used to separate my meat into servings, wrap em up in foil and stick them in the freezer, pulling out what I needed the day before/morning of.
Simple meals do not have to be boring. Get yourself some spices, one a grocery trip if you need. Do not get spice packets they are too expensive for one serving, it’s so easy to just give a sprinkle of each spice as needed instead. Get a tube of tomato paste instead of the can, you can get frozen minced garlic and ginger.
Facebook has “buy nothing” groups that you can get things for free that other people are getting rid of.
You belong to a church, find out what their outreach program does and utilize its services!!
Laundry, if you have a machine in your place figure out if you’re a “one load a day/ every other day” kinda person or a “laundry day” person. Personally I had a laundry sorter, whites, colors, darks, towels and bedding. I’d do a load once the basket was full, tried to do sheets every other week. It helps if you have two sets of sheets so you can strip the bed and make it straight away. Nothing is worse than forgetting you haven’t put sheets on your bed at the end of a long day.
And find someone you can reach out to as questions come up! Internet helpers (🙋🏼♀️) are always a good option but you need to build yourself an in person community and safety net too💜
Considering this is a community filled with homemakers I figured this is most likely my safest place to ask about this…
I’ve never lived alone before and I might be soon. I obviously considering my age do not have a lot of money. If anyone has any advice for having to live on a low budget or just for living alone in general, it would be highly appreciated.
Even just stuff as basic as explaining basic household tasks would be good. I have grown up in a household where I haven’t been taught how to do essentially anything beyond school. I know almost nothing. But I don’t feel safe living here, so my only option is to figure it out if I want safety.
I know some of this stuff I could just Google but there’s certain things that people have found better ways to do so I’d rather ask here first.
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Oh dearie. It’s okay to be frustrated there’s a lot in this world that needs fixing. But a lot of this has to do with your age as well. Take a deep breath. And be patient. The love you’re looking for will come so long as you keep your heart open. And the world is a very very big place. There’s a place for you to thrive and be happy.
You’re frustrated and angry, that’s okay! But when you say “nobody” you mean “around you” or “that you know about”.
Once upon a time I felt unloveable. I felt like I was doomed to be “just a friend” forever. And then my husband walked into my life. Or maybe I walked into his, technically he was already there when I walked through the door. And our lives changed over night. We have four kids. I stay at home with them. We live on his family’s farm. We have one chicken. If I went back and told sixteen year old me we got everything we hoped for and more she wouldn’t believe it. But we did.
So. Just because it feels impossible now doesn’t mean it’s impossible forever. Be mad. Change what needs to be changed. And your happily ever after will find you. 💜
I’m honestly terrified that the life I want may genuinely be impossible.
Ever since I was a kid I’ve dreamed about living in a small town or on a farm, marrying the love of my life, being a housewife, having a chicken coup, raising kids who would genuinely have a happy childhood unlike what my parents did…
But it feels impossible, and maybe it is.
Small towns don’t really exist anymore and the few that do have major cities approaching them. Cities are getting built closer and closer to these small towns. They won’t last much longer. There’s places making laws that make it virtually impossible to have a homestead too. Nobody’s dating for love anymore. Nobody believes in marriage anymore. Nobody thinks being a housewife is an acceptable dream anymore. Nobody thinks having kids is a good idea anymore. It’s all impossible at this point.
I’m never really gonna find someone who wants all the same things I do and I hate that. I hate that this world is so messed up that you can’t even have a basic simple life. Maybe not having kids is for the best at the rate this world is going. If people really believe the direction we’re going in is good, do I even want to have kids who will be subjected to that?
I just want the life I was promised. The peace and happiness. But this world is literally designed to make it impossible and I am terrified it may never happen.
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I remember setting the table for my grandma. Setting things in just the right order, the meat in front of poppa so he would get the first cut. Carefully positioning the roast potatoes in front of one auntie’s plate in particular cuz she really likes the extra crispy ones and I really like her. The Yorkshire pudding in front of my dad because it was his favorite. And on thanksgiving the cranberry sauce wound up in front of me.
These days I serve from the stove in the evenings because small hands haven’t quite learned what “hot” means really. But there are four small plates made and placed on the table. Then one very large plate in front of my husband, and then my own. Both of us want to make sure there is food in front of our children before ourselves. I want there to be plenty on his plate because he does manual labor. And he wants to make sure there’s enough on my plate, even if that means taking food off of his own to put on mine.
It’s all love. A small I love you on a plate.
My grandmother taught me to serve the men of the house first at mealtimes, and honestly— it's appalling to me that so many women today consider this oppressive. Men have a natural inclination to provide and protect and with all the time they spend living out these values, it really is such a basic sign of respect and gratitude to be able to serve them.
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This reminds me of my brother💜 he doesn’t remember lots of things but I love to tell him stories about when he was small. There’s over a decade between us and so our childhoods and lives are very different. But when he did a parenting style assignment for his class he told me wrote “about how I raised him”. He told classmates that he doesn’t really remember our parents raising him, he remembers me. And that makes every second I spent being more responsible than I should have had to be absolutely worth it.










Late night thoughts
#like our parents were present married the whole shebang#but my dad didn’t start actively parenting until my brother was 12 and playing sports#and my mom loves him to bits he’s her favorite by a wide margin#but she was dealing with my sisters medical stuff#and just having four kids in general#so a lot of the teaching and manners and how tos got left to me#and quite frankly I saw my parents getting lazy and losing standards and I wasn’t having that#but I showered him in love too#for every timer on video game time and empty the dishwasher first#there was cuddles and stories and tucking into bed#watching his favorite movie for the nine hundredth time#Mac n cheese and brownies#chocolate chip cookies and treats from 7/11
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It really depends on your church hun. iPads only just came out when I was in high school so I really can’t tell you what it’s like now but when I volunteered for Sunday school it was a nursery option for the wee smallies (like under 3) and we just played with them for the 9:30 mass. The older kids went to classrooms for their age groups and did age appropriate tasks for the homily that week. But I know other churches that just did a day care for all ages. I would contact your Sunday school leader. I would also check to see if they have an outreach program because that could be another option! If you go to a catholic high school check with campus ministry and see if you’re teamed up with an underprivileged elementary/middle school for after school tutoring. I did that in high school and I had so much fun with those kids 🥰
Hey, quick question.
I’m currently in my last year of high school and graduate in July. I need 40 hours of volunteer hours before then to graduate.
I’ve been considering volunteering at Sunday school but there’s one concern I have…
How likely are Sunday school kids to be iPad kids? Because I cannot deal with iPad kids.
Also if anyone can give me more detail on what goes on at Sunday school that would be appreciated too. I never went as a kid so I’m not 100% clear on everything.
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It’s another name for Jesus honey 💜 there are lots of names used for him as fulfiller of the prophecies of the Old Testament and that’s one of them.
Like you said it means “god with us” so it’s in anticipation of god as man upon the birth of Jesus that we refer to him as Immanuel/Emmanuel in the advent season. Same way that in lent we get an uptick in referring to him as the Messiah.
Hope this helps 💜
Genuine question for any other Christian’s who may see this or just for anyone interested in theology:
Who is Emmanuel? Morning prayers at my school, recent advent mass, songs from that mass, all mentioned the name. Who. Is. It? I know it means “god with us” in Hebrew. That’s the most information I’ve got on this subject though.
Also, if this is something incredibly obvious: Please don’t judge me for not knowing 😭😂.
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The bubbas woke up early today. Way earlier than I was ready for. But he played on the floor of our room nicely while I curled up in the rocking chair with a cup of tea. I am not a morning person but I cannot help but love my mornings with him. It looks like he might go down for an early nap and then I think we might head off to the library if the rain doesn't come. Shaping up to be a (long) lovely day
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