Our oldest celebrated his fifth birthday this month and we decided to throw him a “fiver party”. So what’s a fiver party? I’m so glad you asked. A fiver party is where you ask everyone that attends to bring $5 in lieu of a gift. The parents of the birthday child purchase one big gift in advance and all the money received goes towards one big gift chosen by the child.
These days are hard, like really hard. We work tirelessly every day to raise our four kids under five. Yep, we’re those crazy people where our kids outnumber us and most of them don’t wipe their own butts. Basically, it’s chaos up in here, and it’s hard.
Question: How do you eat an elephant?
Answer: One bite at a time.
This little riddle couldn’t be more true as I make my transition back to work after maternity leave. There are so many questions floating around in my head. And I have so much anxiety about how I’m going to make this all work again.
We decided to kick Murphy out of our lives starting last year. Many of you know Murphy, right? Murphy’s Law: “If anything can go wrong, it will.” We, like so many other people, were using credit cards to fund our emergencies and living paycheck to paycheck. I was tired of feeling like we could never get ahead. So in my infinite Googling on how I was going to make it through another financially stressful month I stumbled upon Dave Ramsey. From there, it was on!
It is difficult to express the emotions that I’ve felt knowing that tomorrow we go from a family of five to a family of six. With my pending induction tomorrow I have the opportunity to reflect on the last nine months and prepare as best as I can for another major change in our lives.
I had an event in early May for about 75 banking professionals. The age range of this group was broad from participants with their first job, to the more experienced professionals with 5-8 years of experience, to our seasoned instructors, some of the retirement age. In addition, the students came from Virginia, West Virginia, Tennessee, Georgia, and North and South Carolina. One participant traveled from as far away as Oklahoma. Having such a wide variety of age ranges and locations can make it difficult to please when it comes to food.
My husband offered to sleep on the other side of the bed one night last week to allow me to get a more peaceful rest. This way, when the kids came into the bedroom in the middle of the night they would automatically go to the closer side of the bed and he would be there instead of me. I actually took him up on the offer. So off I went to dreamland… or so I thought.
You would think that as someone who has experienced depression before that I would know the signs, and yet, it crept up on me.
I posted online a while back asking for advice from anyone that had gone through the process to admit their child early to kindergarten in North Carolina. I didn’t find anyone that had done it. In addition to that, as a whole, people are not excited about this idea at all and most of the advice was “don’t do it.”
I recently ran a large conference. The largest I’ve ever organized. There were just over 900 people in attendance. Because this conference was so large, we were afforded some flexibility with our funds to be able to properly support the conference. Of course, for me this meant getting fun toys! And fun toys meant technology! Not only did we have a conference app, but we were able to get on-site badge printing. Let me tell you, check-in has never been smoother.
We're pregnant again and this time Hurricane Florence is to blame (well, maybe we had a hand in this too). You obviously can't leave us alone for long. Yes... this will make 4 kids under 5. Yes... we know how this happened. But to celebrate and set the record straight we've made a video to the tune of Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby".
An inventive theory about how babies are born, courtesy of my four-year-old.
We all know the rat race that we often call life: wake before the sun (and most importantly, wake the before the kids), shower make breakfast, get everyone dressed and fed, rush them out the door, inevitably forget something at home, drop them off, fly into work on two wheels (how late do I feel today? Just 5 minutes today? Success!!), turn the computer on and breathe.
I am often chained to my desk these days. After getting back from holiday break I have been full force for the last week throttled into the managing of all the events coming down the track in the first quarter. I am that quintessential duck on the pond. I may look like I’m handling it, but in reality I’m paddling like mad just to stay afloat. Now, let me be clear, no one has actually chained me to my desk, and no one is making me sit at my computer all day cranking out emails and spreadsheets. This act is completely self-inflicted because well… stuff just needs to get done.
No, my favorite gift didn’t come in a box this year…