My life is crazy wonderful right now. But busy…oh so busy.

I found out  I will be graduating this coming December. So in exactly nine months this girl will be a college graduate! squeeee!

Also, I created a website so I can share my advice and insights on Digital Media. I am creating some helpful content for bloggers as well. Feel free to check it out.

I will be back soon. I promise.

Happy Spring! Happy Easter! Happy Times!

No one warns you about the set of issues that comes with having a four year old. The moments you will deal with. The milestones that will rip your heart out.

Yesterday, Aiden met neighbor children. They asked him to come outside and play. Aiden. Had. Friends.

I had a bit of a panic trying to make sense of what was happening. Can he go outside by himself? Do I know these kids? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

I opted on sitting on the balcony and watching. Far enough for him to have some freedom close enough to save him if there was an emergency. I remembered some words of wisdom Jessica gave me once and sent her a direct message asking for encouragement. As always, she gave it.  She works on her computer so that she can observe her children without hovering. So, I pretended to read Plato and listened as Aiden struggled to make sense of what is socially acceptable. He will learn. I have no doubt. However, he is just a tad socially awkward..much like his ever loving mother…

Soon, it was dinner time so I did what all mothers do. I called him in for dinner. But, wait, what did I just hear? Did he honestly just invite there children into my house for dinner? Slight panic attack. I was sure their parents would not agree to this. I was a STRANGER. But….they allowed it. So there I was with a messy house and three children and I had to find something to feed them.

I decided to just flow with it. (I could do that right?) I started cutting a tomato and something occurred to me. I have a child with friends over. This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. I am the mother in charge of all of these kids. I am not prepared for this. Thought after thought racing through my head. Then it happened. Slice. Right through my pinky nail.

I couldn’t speak.

I grabbed a towel. I wanted to call my mom. But, I was the mom…Could I call my mom?

Life got very confusing. Very fast. I will get the hang of this….someday…