Motherhood of the Traveling Shirt ~ I’m a Bornfit Mom!

Two weeks ago I received one of the most amazing packages. I was chosen to participate in Bornfit’s Motherhood of the Traveling Shirt! Women all over the country have been sharing inspirational stories and how being a Bornfit Mom has inspired them. Part of the fun is that I now get to choose the next Bornfit Mom and invite her the Motherhood of the Traveling Shirt!  I have chosen Lorraine Robertson othewise known as @askwifey who blogs at AskWifey.com.  She has inspired me in so many ways, be sure to check out her exciting journey towards running a marathon!

I am a Bornfit gal at heart. Activity is my sanity. I’m a runner, yogi, snowboard fanatic and I’ve even moonlighted as a soccer coach. I was thrilled to receive the traveling shirt and the powerful messages it carries. It’s a reminder to me that there are others making the same trek, and I am not alone.

I can always count on the breath of yoga or a long peaceful run to open my mind and heart to any of life’s challenges.

Read the rest of my story on the BornFit Blog HERE!

Motherhood of the Traveling Shirt ~ I’m a Bornfit Mom!

Two weeks ago I received one of the most amazing packages. I was chosen to participate in Bornfit’s Motherhood of the Traveling Shirt! Women all over the country have been sharing inspirational stories and how being a Bornfit Mom has inspired them. Part of the fun is that I now get to choose the next Bornfit Mom and invite her the Motherhood of the Traveling Shirt!  I have chosen Lorraine Robertson othewise known as @askwifey who blogs at AskWifey.com.  She has inspired me in so many ways, be sure to check out her exciting journey towards running a marathon!

I am a Bornfit gal at heart. Activity is my sanity. I’m a runner, yogi, snowboard fanatic and I’ve even moonlighted as a soccer coach. I was thrilled to receive the traveling shirt and the powerful messages it carries. It’s a reminder to me that there are others making the same trek, and I am not alone.

I can always count on the breath of yoga or a long peaceful run to open my mind and heart to any of life’s challenges.

Read the rest of my story on the BornFit Blog HERE!

Terrible Threes

Yesterday was awesomely bad. Wicked bad as they say on the east coast. Yesterday was one of those bloggable, “oh my god, I’m so blogging this” days. Sadly, today hasn’t been much better.

The person who coined the term “terrible two’s” obviously never had a three year old and definitely didn’t have one like K. With my boys I definitely felt three was more of a challenge, but with the girl? Terrible has gained more meaning from the day she turned three.

I’m saying this with love, with total adoration for my beautiful baby. She is smart and really is quite sweet at times. She has always been a bit more hard headed than my boys ever were, but lately the screaming has gotten out of hand. I am not joking when I say that my hearing may actually be damaged by the shrill screams.

She loves to hate me. Trust me, she tells me in between the “you’re my best momma” declarations, that she hates me and that I’m a meanie stupid head – although lately I haven’t even gotten the meanie stupid head starter because she has just launched right into rotten-ness and then I’m in the middle of the grocery store hearing “waffles, not two packs, one.” “one waffle” “one waffle” “one waffle”

“ONE WAFFLE” “You aren’t listening, onewaffleonewaffleonewafflewafflewaffle”

OMG I just need eggs, bread, milk, cereal, fruit, eveyrthing that we don’t have because I’ve been afraid to come to the store with you for a week and a half now. I want to leave the store so badly but we will all starve if I do!

I feel like I could cry. She is the youngest of three and yet I feel like I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. She doesn’t ever accept that she isn’t going to get her way until she has pulled out all the stops. I am almost certain that my neighbors think there is something awful going on at our house. It has been in the 70′s and the windows are wide open. The shrill screaming and incoherent yelling that comes out of this child’s mouth is embarrassing.

I’m not a horrible mom. I don’t over or under indulge and I spend plenty of time with her. (Although, I did have to lock myself in the bathroom this morning to complete my Boden order without slamming my head through the screen.) That said, there MUST be something I am doing wrong, or something I’m not doing right.

Help me, please give me advice on things I can try. I’m totally open to your input!!!