Stay at Home Mom’iversary

Today marks one year since I took the plunge and turned into a stay at home momma, conveniently on a Caribbean island. 365 days later and I still don’t feel like this is real life, but people actually do this… pick up everything and move to a tropical paradise. The overflow of suitcases and boxes one year ago still weren’t indicators that my world was about to be turned upside down.

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I had my opinions of what life would be like – filled with sparkles, unicorns and ease. {I laugh in the face of my younger, naive self} I feel like it’s more work than ever, just in a different capacity. However, I chose this and I couldn’t be happier in my decision.

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The laundry is never done.

There are always dishes in the sink (despite the fact that my dishwasher runs daily).

The floors are always dirty or something is always sticking to my feet, even though I sweep and vacuum daily.

There are toys every where, even though I sing the “clean up” song hourly.

No matter how much I’m at home, the chores are never done and it’s never ‘clean enough’ (to my Danny Tanner standards). Why I ever thought dinner would be an exquisite 3 course meal every night and Lola would be speaking French, playing piano or some other ridiculous and unrealistic goal. However, my baby girl uses all her manners, sings ABC’s and 123’s, is kind to others and constantly tells me how much she loves me. Therefore, my job is complete and I am fulfilled.

However, there is a part of me that misses our previous life and the friends and family we left behind. You never realize when you’re actually living and breathing the ‘good ole days’ and then you blink and they’re all you can think about. I hurt thinking about my University of Alabama tribe and how much I miss them – work meetings, sending texts across board room tables, inside jokes, girls lunches, walks around the Quad at lunch, picking up my baby from one of my closest friends’ house after work, all of it. My tribe was everything and even though I still talk to them weekly, it’s not the same. New babies have come {and even gone}, along with new jobs, houses and lunches, but I’m not there to grow with them and have champagne on the porch. A lot changed when I decided to quit working and I miss much of it daily. Of course there are people and things I will never miss, but who cares about those things!

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My expectation of what my ‘retirement’ {just go with it! It feels better than ‘I quit!’} would look like did not have 3 countries in one year in the plan. However, I’m so glad it did. After Hurricane Irma we were able to experience so much when we moved to England. I wish we were able to stay longer {I’m so obsessed with my time there}, but I’m grateful for the time we had and all of our adventures.

I chose this new life and this season we’re in as a family and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Now excuse me while I go do laundry and dishes.

-XO, the WCW

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