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One color challenge: Yellow

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One color challenge: Blue

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One color challenge: Red

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Venus is not happy with me. I usually wake up at 5am and then by 5:30am we are out for our walk. Today I woke up at 7am unfortunately. Been in a lot of pain lately. Sorry Venus ❤️

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I started painting last week. I’ve been using watercolor and pastels. I’m enjoying learning more about painting. It’s been soo relaxing.

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Trying to get back

Hey everyone! Guess who’s back? That’s right ME! And oh boy.

I know, I know… I’ve been MIA for over a month, and trust me, I missed you all so much! Unfortunately, my whole family and I got hit with a nasty wave of sickness, and let me tell you—it was NOT fun. Trying to take care of kids while being sick yourself? Absolute chaos! It felt like an endless cycle of tissues, soup, and desperate attempts to nap. But hey, we survived, and that’s what matters!

Now that we’re finally back to feeling like humans again, I’ve been working on something super exciting—my stream schedule! Streaming has always been a passion of mine, but I never really had the time to be consistent. But now that my kids are older, I finally have the time to focus and really make it happen. And trust me, I am SO pumped!

I’m determined to bring you all some awesome content on a regular basis, and I can’t wait to hang out, chat, and just have fun with you all. So stay tuned for updates on my streaming schedule—I’ll be sharing all the details soon!

Thanks for sticking around, and I can’t wait to catch up with you all. Let’s make this next chapter amazing!

See you soon! 💖

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Just another day being an Autism mom. We will be remaining positive today and try to have a good day.

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A very bad day.

Yesterday started out like a dream. My kids and I shared one of those rare, picture-perfect mornings—the kind that warms your heart and makes you feel like you’re doing something right as a parent. We gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, chatting and laughing over pancakes and smoothies. My oldest daughter was unusually talkative, sharing her excitement about our next grocery trip and adding her quirky little ideas about what we should buy. It was a moment of connection that felt precious, almost magical.

But the magic didn’t last.

At exactly 1:18 p.m., my partner got out of bed, and the mood of the house shifted instantly. His energy was off—angry, tense, and loud. Slamming doors, muttering profanity under his breath, and sucking his teeth at every little thing. I tried to understand what was wrong, so I asked him directly. His response? “Nothing.”

I thought maybe he just didn’t want to talk about it at the moment, so I turned to walk back to my bedroom. That’s when things escalated. Suddenly, he was furious. Slamming more doors, raising his voice, and throwing accusations I couldn’t even process in real time. I turned back to ask again if he was okay, trying to offer some patience, but instead of opening up, he unleashed a storm of hurtful words—things you can’t take back, things that echo in your head long after they’re said.

I walked into my room and closed the door behind me, hoping to create some space and let things cool down. But it didn’t stop. He screamed on the other side of the door, loud enough for the kids to hear. My instinct was to match his volume—yelling back in frustration, anger, and hurt. But then, I remembered the kids. They were out there, hearing all of this. That realization hit me like a brick, and I stopped screaming.

He stopped too, but the damage was done.

That was the moment I knew. This relationship is over. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and deep down, I know it wouldn’t be the last. I’ve never had peace in this relationship, only moments of calm before the next storm. He’s treated me harshly for too long, and I’m tired of justifying it, enduring it, and hoping it will somehow change.

This morning, I woke up sore—my body tense from the stress and my voice completely gone from all the yelling. That hit me harder than I expected. Singing is part of who I am; it’s what I do every day to bring myself joy and peace. Losing my voice feels symbolic, like I lost a part of myself in this fight, in this relationship.

I keep replaying the things he said to me yesterday, and every time, it brings fresh tears. Right now, I feel a mixture of anger, heartbreak, and exhaustion. I don’t want to speak to him. I don’t even want to see him. Maybe I’m just overwhelmed, but in this moment, I truly hate him.

This isn’t the life I want for myself, and it’s not the environment I want for my kids. Yesterday was a really, really bad day. But maybe it was also the wake-up call I needed to finally choose something better for me, for my kids, and for the peace we all deserve.

If you’re in a similar situation, know that you’re not alone. We all deserve peace, respect, and love and it’s never too late to make a change.

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A Very Busy Day: Finding Calm Amidst the Chaos

Some days just seem to have a life of their own, don’t they? You start with a plan, but the universe has a way of throwing a curveball or two, making you adjust along the way. Today was one of those days for me, and it felt like everything was moving at lightning speed while I tried to catch up.

It all started early this morning with my daughter, who has come so far in her communication journey. Over the last four years, I’ve watched her speech improve in ways I never thought possible, and today she said something that really struck me. As I got up to start the day, she turned to me and said, “Too early.” It wasn’t just the words—there was this little tone in her voice that suggested she was not ready to start the day, that she wanted me to keep it down, slow it all down. It was such a simple phrase, but it made me pause. It was a reminder of how much progress she’s made, and yet how much of the world still feels overwhelming for her. I can only imagine how hard it is to navigate a world that moves at such a fast pace, especially when it’s early, cold, and full of expectations.

After that heartwarming yet heavy moment, I moved on to the chaos that comes with getting my sons ready for school. If you have kids, you know exactly what I'm talking about—the frantic rush, the forgotten homework, the lost jackets, the “I can’t find my shoes!” It’s a blur of emotions as you try to keep everything running smoothly. Today, the struggle was real. Between making breakfast, making sure everyone had their things, and the usual morning stress, it felt like we were running behind before we even got started.

As the morning progressed, I had a brief moment to myself. I thought about going live on Twitch. I’ve been meaning to stream more often, but every time I sit down to do it, something holds me back. Today was no different. I had everything ready, my setup was good to go, and I was even feeling a little excited. But then, right before I hit “start,” something shifted. I froze up. The nerves kicked in, and I couldn’t bring myself to go live. So, I changed my mind. Sometimes, the pressure of putting myself out there can be overwhelming, and today was one of those days when I just wasn’t ready. I decided to focus on something that would give me a little bit of peace instead.

I started cleaning. It’s funny how cleaning can be both an act of productivity and a way to clear your mind. I scrubbed, wiped down surfaces, and put things in order. There’s something about a clean space that helps me feel grounded, and with all the chaos going on, I really needed that. It gave me something to focus on, something that didn’t require any big decisions, just small, manageable tasks. The house looked better, and for a moment, I felt like I had a little bit of control over my day.

But then, of course, the snow. Oh, the snow. It’s been relentless this winter. I live in a place where winter can feel like it’s never-ending, and today was no different. Walking even a short distance to the store was a challenge. The snow was deep, the sidewalks were slippery, and I found myself trudging through it, trying not to slip. When I finally made it around the corner to the store, I was met with another challenge—how packed it was. It seemed like everyone had the same idea to venture out, and navigating through the aisles was a test of patience. I just wanted to grab what I needed and get back home, but the crowded store made everything feel more exhausting than it should have been. I don’t know about you, but there’s something about a packed store that can really wear you down.

At the end of the day, I found myself reflecting on all of the small moments that had piled up into one long, busy, and sometimes overwhelming day. There were moments of frustration, moments of success, and moments of peace. I realized that it’s okay not to have everything go as planned. Life is messy, unpredictable, and sometimes, it’s exactly what you make of it in those little moments.

So, as I sit here now, reflecting on it all, I’m learning to accept that the chaos is part of the journey. It’s okay if I don’t stream today. It’s okay if the snow slows me down. It’s okay if my daughter’s gentle request to “keep it down” is a reminder that we all need our space and time to adjust. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’ll face it just like today—one step at a time.

Until then, I’ll keep cleaning, keep moving, and keep appreciating the small victories amidst the busy blur of life.

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My Snow Day

There’s something so magical about waking up to a blanket of white outside your window, especially when it’s been years since we’ve seen this much snow. As beautiful as it is, my snow days can also bring their own kind of stress. Today is one of those days where everything that could go wrong felt like it would, and yet, there were some silver linings to be found today.

The day started with the daunting task of running errands. I should have known better and done all my shopping before the snowstorm hit. Walking anywhere was a challenge, with icy sidewalks and snow piles making every step feel like a mini workout. The traffic? Let’s just say it was out of this world—cars crawling along, horns blaring, and everyone seemingly as frustrated as I was. But, surprisingly, the one thing that worked in my favor was parking. Everywhere I needed to go had plenty of parking, and the stores were blissfully quiet. It felt almost eerie, like the calm in the eye of a storm. At least I could get in and out quickly, which was a small victory in an otherwise chaotic outing.

By the time I got home, I was determined to make the most of the snow day for my kids. My 9-year-old was thrilled to bundle up and head outside. Watching him dive into the snow, building forts and throwing snowballs, brought back so many memories of my own childhood. I remember how snow days used to be—the streets and yards filled with kids laughing, sledding, and making snow angels. Now, it feels so different. I hardly see any children outside anymore, and it’s hard not to feel a little sad about that. Maybe it’s just the way things have changed, or maybe it’s a sign of the times. Either way, it’s a stark contrast to what I grew up with.

As for my younger son, who’s autistic, the snow didn’t hold the same appeal. He had no interest in playing outside, and that’s okay. Every child experiences things differently, and I’ve learned to embrace his unique way of engaging with the world. Instead, we spent some quiet time indoors, which he seemed to enjoy much more. It’s all about finding what works for each of them and making the best of the moment.

I couldn’t help but think about how rare these snow days might become. With global warming and the way our winters seem to be changing, I wonder if my kids will grow up with the same snowy memories I had. That thought pushed me to make sure we soaked it all in, just in case these days really are numbered.

Lately, I’ve been contemplating a move to Florida. The idea of leaving Ohio—and all the baggage that comes with it—is tempting. Being far from my ex and the circle of people who seem to know everything about everyone here feels like a fresh start I desperately need. But it’s a big decision, and I haven’t made up my mind yet. For now, I’m just taking it one day at a time, trying to navigate the chaos and find the beauty in the little moments—like a quiet store, an open parking spot, or a snowball fight with my son.

Snow days may not be as simple or carefree as they once were, but they still hold a bit of magic, even amidst the stress. Here’s to making the most of them while they last.