Teaching Your Kids About the Dangers of Texting and Driving

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Teaching Your Kids About the Dangers of Texting and Driving

We all know how much our kids love their screen time. Whether they enjoy waking up on Saturday mornings and watching hours of cartoons, or they play digital games together on a tablet with their friends, it can be challenging to encourage them to unplug and turn off their devices. But it is extremely important for parents to talk about the dangers of digital distraction – especially when our kids are old enough to drive.

Texting while driving is a growing problem for young people, as many young drivers are distracted by a variety of mobile phone functions while operating a car, such as incoming text messages, GPS directions, and song selection. This top road safety concern has sadly contributed to over 3,000 deaths per year. If you want your new driver to stay safe on the road, you must encourage them to abstain from using their phone as much as possible.

For more information, see this infographic on safe driving tips in order to learn how to be most effective when teaching your kids about the serious risks of texting while driving.

2016 Word of the Year

One Word for 2016


Do you like to choose a word of the year? If so I am curious, what is your one word for 2016?

Last year my family and I chose COURAGE for our 2015 word of the year. We had no idea how much courage we would embody throughout the year. I wanted my kids to gain courage and they certainly did. Having been our hardest year yet we all became very courageous! We learned so many valuable lessons in 2015. Going into this new year we are certainly in a better spot than I could have ever imagined we would be.

Heading into 2016 we have chosen SUCCESS as our 2016 word. “Success doesn’t come to you, you go to it.” Marva Collins. This year we are taking big steps to become successful in all areas of our life. We want to gain success in our business/careers, school/academically, talents, sports, friendships and within our family. The definition of success is ‘the accomplishment of an aim or purpose’. We are aiming very high this year! Skies the limit!!

We are setting personal and family goals in 7 key areas of our life; faith, family, friends, finance, fitness, field, & fun. To become balanced in these areas is to become OOLA. What is Oola®? Oola is a state of awesomeness! It’s unlocking the potential for greatness that lies within each of us. It’s finding true purpose and meaning for your life. The OolaGuys, Dr. Dave Braun and Dr. Troy Amdahl, identified seven areas that people need to balance and grow to live a rich and fulfilled life. My husband and I will be reading Oola: Finding Balance in an Unbalanced World together. We hope by working as a team we can help keep one another accountable and obtain a balanced life together.

This year is going to take a lot of hard work but we are ready for it!! 

I’d love to hear your 2016 word of the year in the comments below!

I Still Believe In Santa!

Believe in Santa

I’ve struggled to write this because just thinking of it makes me emotional. As a child my favorite holiday memory was a year I knew my parents had no money for gifts. My mom worked tirelessly to hand sew me and my two younger siblings each a gift for Christmas. I’m not sure when the huge basket arrived on our door step but on Christmas morning I expected to wake to only the hand sewn gifts under the tree. Instead we woke to gifts from Santa, more wrapped gifts including books and clothes in each of our sizes PLUS the wonderful hand made gifts my mom made. “Santa” not only left a basket of gifts but a complete holiday dinner. Early that December my mom had told me that Santa wasn’t ‘real’ in hopes I could help soften the disappointment on Christmas morning with my younger siblings. I didn’t want to hear what she had to say because I still whole heartily believed in Santa. Yet on Christmas morning I was able to stand proud in my belief of Santa! I knew Santa was real but NOT because I thought a big guy in a read suit dropped off all these gifts. It was because some amazing people knew we couldn’t afford Christmas so they came together and made our Christmas happen.

Fast forward to this year. This has be the hardest year of my adult life. Every day/week/month seems to bring worse news than the day before. We have dealt with so many things in different areas of our life including; an unjustified home eviction, moving, changing schools, loss of my husband’s job/our only income, me returning to work, lack of work for husband for almost 5 months, debt as far as the eye can see, denial of help from the government, anxiety, depression, counseling for one child, new doctors, small health concerns, new medical denying needed procedures, social struggles at school, and so much more! Maybe 2015 wasn’t our year. Maybe we are just down on our luck. No matter what I’m sure this is all a part of the journey we must travel. This year has certainly strengthened our family unit and our relationship with God.

A little more than a month ago I realized there was no possible way I could give my kids any gifts for Christmas. We keep our Christmas modest with just four gifts per child: a Santa gift, a want, a need, and a read. I decided I would reach out to my friends and family to ask for help. This was difficult and humbling for me to do.  In one week just about every item on their list had been bought and money had been given to purchase the remaining items. We had friends give us their gently used clothes to fill some of the “need” items on the list. We had friends reach out to their friends asking for additional help in filling our kids list. Many of these people were strangers to us. They heard our story and wanted to help. I had friends and family reach out to give us meals and buy our groceries. I can’t even begin to name all of the people who have stepped up to help us not just now but over the last six months and even throughout the entire year. The love and support we have received has been absolutely amazing!!

When I say that I believe in Santa it is because I truly do! He may not be the one to place the presents under the tree for my kids but his spirit has shown through so many amazing people in our life this year. Every time someone gave freely without expectation they were spreading joy, love and light in our home!! These people will likely never know how much their acts of kindness have meant to us. A simple ‘thank you’ doesn’t seem like nearly enough for what they have given but it and my friendship is all I have to offer and for them that is enough. On behalf of everyone who has received something from your generosity this year I say THANK YOU! Thank you for being someone’s Santa!

Why I WILL be watching 50 Shades of Grey & the BIGGER issue we all should be talking about!

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Let me start of by saying I read all three 50 Shades of Grey books, in three weeks around this time last year. While it wasn’t a riveting complex read it did have a great story line carried throughout the series (that is my why but keep reading!). With the release of the movie a week away my Facebook feed has been bombarded with all the reasons you shouldn’t go see the movie and I have to politely disagree with those posts. I am not writing this to convince you that BDSM is right. I am not writing this to convince anyone to read the books or watch the movie. I am writing this to bring up the most important topic in the series of this book. I want to shed a huge light on the topic and get people talking about it!

*Spoiler alert for anyone who hasn’t read the books.* No I won’t be boring you with Red Room details. But lets talk about why Christian Grey has a red room, why he is into BDSM. As a teen Grey was sexually abused and made a submissive by an older woman that was a friend of the family! She groomed him so that he would believe that she loved him, that she was ‘helping’ him channel his anger into a positive resource (BDSM), and that she was taking him under her wing, doing him a favor of sorts. See that is how predators work. They prey on someone who they believe is weak or has a weakness. They groom them. Then they do with them as they please. All the while the victim has fallen prey to their trap and they don’t see how/why it is wrong.

In the course of Anastasia and Christians relationship he slowly starts revealing more information to her about his troubled past. The only problem was he didn’t think the trouble in his past was what the woman did to him, but rather his anger as a teen before she made him into a submissive. He truly believed that the woman loved him. See he still regularly talked to the woman, even told her about his liking of Ana. He confided in her and ONLY her. He thought of her as mentor and only friend. The abuser had won…she had him hook, line and sinker.

It was not Grey’s therapist that was able to help him see that what had happened to him as a teen was abuse, it was Steele. Grey truly believed he couldn’t love anyone. He believed he was unlovable. (Guarantee that was the abusers doing.) Steele showed him what it is to love someone no matter what their past or problems are. She showed him that sex could be enjoyable without whips and paddles some of the time. If she hadn’t had loved him unconditionally, regardless of his red room, chances are he would have carried on throughout his life living under his abusers umbrella. Never truly loving or letting others love him.

Lets talk about sexual abuse against men. Lets talk about how in our society we’ve made it ‘cool’ when a teenage boy falls victim to his ‘hot’ female teacher or older woman. It is not cool, it is abuse! Men can be raped. Men are raped. Just because they were born with a penis does not give them a free pass from sexual abuse! 

Let’s talk facts

  • 1 out of every 33 American men has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in his lifetime.
  • At least 10% of all victims are male.
  • It is believed that only 33% of male victims report their abuse.

Resources for men surviving sexual assault: 

RAINN: Male Sexual Assualt

National Sexual Violence Recourse Center



I have a call to action for each and every person reading this. Share this message with everyone, start talking about sexual abuse. Whether or not you watch the movie or read the books. Whether you think sex in a movie is porn or not. Whether you have ever been a victim of sexual abuse or not. I am asking everyone to start talking about sexual abuse. Sexual abuse can happen to anyone. It has no boundaries! It doesn’t care what gender you are. It doesn’t care what the color of your skin is. It doesn’t care how much money you or the abuser make. Or how old you are. We all need to be more aware of how we talk about sexual abuse. A victim is a victim no matter what gender! Let us all stand up for victims everywhere, stop victim shaming and blaming!!!! 



More about sexual abuse can be found on my blog; Childhood Sexual Awareness Month and Sharing My Secrets.

Stolen Identity

No this isn’t a post about how some hacker on the internet stole my identity. Instead it is about how my children stole it….or maybe I just gave it to them. See for 10 years, since I was pregnant with my oldest son, I have been a stay at home mom. My days, hours, minutes are spent centered around my children. Most of the friends I’ve made these last 10 years have been through my children. 

1st day 2014

Before I had kids I would have described myself as an outgoing person, an extrovert if you will. In school I always had a few close friends and LOTS of friends outside of my immediate circle. I loved the spotlight. I wanted to be a singer and an actress. Dating a senior boy on our football team that also stared in our highschool musical was a BIG deal for me (he became my husband a few years later)! Now I would describe myself as somewhat shy, more of an introvert. I tend to shy away from large groups of people, close myself off a bit from the world to focus all my energy on my children. Standing in front of a crowd, while not the worst thing in the world, is just not my idea of a fun time anymore. However, when my kids are with me I have a voice! I’ll speak to new people. Push myself to meet the other parents at sports and school.

When I first became a mom I was still ‘Lori’, doing things I loved like scrap booking while the baby napped. But slowly over the years things started to shift. I started to hide behind my kids. They became my identity. Everything I did, I did for them. I found different outlets that slowly pushed me back into being myself, like volunteering for a moms group for 7 years. Which had me putting on conferences and workshops. Or getting a job as a bookkeeper/personal assistant (with my kids in tow). HOWEVER the day to day reality was that I had given my heart AND identity to my kids.

All of this brings me to today, the day I have NO CHILDREN at home with me. My three older kids are in elementary school and my youngest started a Mother’s Day Out gymnastics school twice a week. For the first time in 10 years I am ALONE! I can spend my day doing whatever my heart desires. I should be jumping for joy and running into the hills singing, but instead I sit awkwardly not knowing what to do with myself. 

hollywood studios with kids

Here I sit, trying to push myself to take back some of my own identity. To find what in life makes me happy. Today I get to be LORI, but it will take me a while to learn who I am outside of being ‘MOM’.

MeCan any other parents relate to this? How did you go about getting your own identity back?


New Business Adventure

Jamberry Independent Consultant

Well it has been a long summer with very little posts from me, sorry. It’s just been one of those summers where my children require 100% of my attention and to be honest I welcomed that because before you know it they’ll be grown and gone. Anyhow over the last couple weeks I’ve taken on a new business adventure. I decided to become a Jamberry Nails Independent Consultant. 

Now some of you may remember back around this time last year when I reviewed Jamberry Nails and hosted a giveaway. Well this year I decided to take things one step further by sharing my LOVE of Jamberry nails so I bought the consultant kit and started this new adventure!

Jamberry Nails

I couldn’t be happier with my decision!! I get compliments all the time on my nails when I am out and about but not many people have heard of Jamberry. I love to share Jamberry with them so this is the perfect business venture for me. I’d love to share Jamberry with you so I invite you to check out my website and my Facebook page. I also love posting pictures of my nails on instagram so if you aren’t already following me there, I’d love to have you!

Now this doesn’t change anything about my blog. I have three out of four of my children starting full day school this year plus my youngest in a two day a week gymnastics school. So I plan to hit the ground running with my blog and new Jamberry business starting the first week of September. 

Question for you
My question to my readers is what do you like to see from me? Do you like recipes? Travel tips? Organizational ideas? Tips and tricks? What is it that you like to read? Please comment below so I can try to include your favorite in my upcoming posts! 

Thanks for sharing, supporting, reading and commenting! I couldn’t do with out all of you!


Sharing My Secrets

I read something today on The Moments We Stand that shot straight to my core, “The darkness of the world has left many of us stuck. We have buried its secrets within us, and we are afraid to let them free.” For three years I carried deep dark secrets. Secrets that ate at me every day. Secrets that made me question every single part of my being. Then one day like a miracle my mom asked me one question that made all of those feelings and secrets rush out of me like a volcano. She asked “Lori, has your dad touched you inappropriately?”.

I remember that day like it was yesterday only it was 15 years ago. We were driving alone in the car. As soon as those words left her mouth I felt the volcano build from my core and head straight up to my mouth. I no longer had to carry those terrible secrets. I started to hesitate in my answer with tears welling up in my eyes, so at the red light she turned to me and said “You can tell me anything. Your not in trouble!”. I couldn’t hold back any more. I told her everything I could remember of the past 3 years of pain that man had put me through. When I was done I asked her how she knew. She said she had overheard me the night before yell “NO! GET OUT OF MY ROOM! LEAVE ME ALONE!” as soon as he returned to his room (they were separated and sleeping in two different rooms until he found a place live) she asked him why I was yelling and he told her some of what he had been doing.

Just like that all those secrets and the burden I was caring were gone. My mom didn’t stop at our planned destinations that day, instead she drove straight to the county court house to file claims against him for what he was doing to me. She also filed for a divorce.

My mom never once questioned the things I said. She held my hand each time I had to recount what happened to the police, district attorneys, and child welfare people. She walked the long journey ahead by my side.

He never told me to keep it a secret. Somehow there was this unsaid threat that I felt. I truly lived each day waiting for someone to approach me, to ask me what he was doing to me. I prayed each day that the moment would come that I could share my secrets. I wore a happy mask over all of the uneasy, scared, helpless feelings I had. I never knew when he would try to attack me but I thought he would leave my younger siblings alone if I didn’t say anything to my mom. I thought I would “cause” my parents to divorce and split up our family if I said something. I was alone with my secret and feelings.

That sunny morning 15 years ago I finally shared all of the secrets that had been eating at me for three whole years. The secret that my biological father had been molesting me. (This abuse happened from when I was 10 to 13.)

This wasn’t the only time I would be granted a miracle in sharing a big secret. About a year after my parents divorced my mom began dating a man. He seemed friendly, charismatic, and was nice to us kids. We would soon realize that he was just a wolf in sheep’s clothing looking for his next prey. He raped me countless times over 4 months (later I found out he raped my mom and countless other girls and their moms in our area, along with many other crimes including theft).

I had became very ill and my mom was tired of me staying home sick numerous days each week. She finally had enough so she loaded me up to take me to the ER, he insisted on coming with us. As normal procedure they needed a urine sample. When the nurse led me to the restroom to get a sample she came into the restroom behind me and said “Sweety is there any chance you could be pregnant?”. I froze, could this lady know my secret just from looking at me? I stared into the mirror at myself only all I saw was a ghost staring back and small voice in my head screaming “this is your chance Lori, take it!”. I took a deep breath and replied “Yes”. Not because I thought I was pregnant but because somehow I knew this was a way for me to share my secret and hopefully stop the abuse.

We left that night with no answers as to why I was so sick. The next day my mom got a call at work from the hospital. They told her that when they ran my urine sample they noticed my white blood count was really high, they believed I was sexually active and possibly pregnant. However the urine test was inconclusive so I needed to have a blood test done. My mom hung up, immediately called me at home and said “The hospital just told me your sexually active…did he do something to you?”. And just like that I was taken back to that moment, volcano building, tears flowing. I cried and told her yes he had been hurting me. She asked if he was there at the house with me, when I explained that he had left for the day she told me to pack us all an overnight bag and she was coming to get my and my siblings right then. She drove us all to my grandma’s house where we met the police so I could tell them everything that had happened.

I was 14 and under normal hospital procedure they wouldn’t have told my mom that they thought I was pregnant but I truly believe I had an angel that day. That nurse was my angel. She didn’t know the secrets I carried but she was sent there that day to ask me that question and to violate procedure by calling my mom. That nurse will never know the extend of what she did for me that day. She will never know that she saved me from more torture. She will never know she gave me back my life in that one question and phone call. She will never know that she gave me the release to share my dark secrets. The secrets that I was raped.

Over the years I’ve gone through times when I’ve felt comfortable and safe to share my life’s secrets with others. I know that in sharing my story it is healing for me, plus it may help others. But there have been times when I can’t talk about any of it, the pain is just too much, and I hate that I have to live each day knowing those things happened to me. What always brings me through is knowing I am a survivor. I am free; free to live, free of abuse, free to be me, free to be happy.

If you are carrying secrets, I hope that you find a way to share them with someone. To lean on someone you trust to share those feelings you have about those secrets. You don’t have to carry any secrets alone! You can be freed of the secrets.



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April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month, I am trying to spread awareness and get people talking about this topic. We can all make a difference by educating ourselves! Find more information and helpful links my post HERE from last week! 

Helping to Center our Active Children

**Guest Post**

Park Playing

When you have a child with a lot of energy it can be hard to know what to do with them. They always seem to be moving and going, bouncing off the walls. The ability to control that energy for useful tasks or even structured play is important for active children to learn at a young age.

Active children need much more scheduled activity than do other children. Often you will see an active child with too much free time getting out of hand or noticeably stressed. Because of their energy and constant activity at times they need to be reeled in and there needs to be definite boundaries in place for these children.

As parents or caregivers we need to pay close attention to the specific dispositions of each child. All children need some structure in their lives because it gives them security; active children need structure all the more because they have difficulty keeping themselves from spiraling out of control.

There need to be carefully adhered to bed times and nap times, regular times for meals, and scheduled play with other children and close supervision. Another very important activity to schedule is quiet time for reading or playing alone or one on one with a parent or other adult. They need to experience being able to do things quietly and calmly and get practice in doing this daily. It will serve them well as they become adults and it will help them realize that not everything they do that gives them pleasure requires strenuous activity.

On observing adult behavior in office situations or structured work environments you can often spot out an adult that has difficulty keeping focused on the task at hand. This is more than likely due to the fact that they were not trained as a child to be able to have quiet downtime that did not involve sleeping. We are doing a disservice to our children if we do not give them the tools to function in any environment.

When an active child is channeled properly and their energy used for specific scheduled and goal oriented events they can achieve great things. But when this energy is allowed to flow willy-nilly throughout their lives, driving them here and there with no purpose they become self involved and have great difficulty staying on task.

My own son was an active child and is not an active young adult. We were very careful to keep him in predominantly structured activities. And I do not mean structured as putting him in classes or other events outside the home. But at home he had very definite times for naps, eating, and quiet activities. Everyday as a family we would have a bike ride to the park or take a walk to the bayou to check out the tadpoles. He spent time outside with free play but we always made sure he had something constructive to do. He loved to build things and to use a hammer and nails and someone was always there with him supervising when he was young. We encouraged him to play ball with the neighbor children or to climb safe trees with his siblings.

We also scheduled study time. It helped our son to sit down with his sister and do their homework together. She could do her homework anywhere and if it was a project we of course allowed her to do it on her own. But most nights she would sit with him and encourage him in his studies. I would be on hand in the kitchen to assist and was always involved as well. He had difficulty sitting for long periods of time when he was very young so we made sure that study time did not go on too long and perhaps if there was too much work we would take a break.

Craft time was something he loved and he could stay focused for thirty or more minutes when given a craft he liked. He especially liked working with craft sticks and hot glue guns but was very carefully supervised of course. He also enjoyed making houses out of sugar cubes using cake icing as the glue. We would often color the icing with food coloring to make it even more interesting for him. We had an Easy Bake oven and a Queasy Bake oven and both our children loved to spend time baking up treats or creating yucky bugs and creatures.

We found that having a nightly schedule of taking a nice warm bath and then spending fifteen or twenty minutes reading or telling stories before bed was a wonderful way to get our active child relaxed and ready for bed. He could easily spend an hour in the bath tub if we allowed it. He had a pirate ship and other bath toys that kept him interested and soaking until we told him he was turning into a prune and had to get out. This seemed to relax him so much and then bundling him up and getting him into his pajamas for story time kept that relaxation going. Good sleep habits really help active children a great deal.

We also made a point of keeping him occupied during his free time on more than just video games and television. He could sit for hours at the computer if we allowed it. A little computer is fine and a television show here or there also but we thought it important to not let those things become the predominate forms of entertainment in his life. We played games together as a family, did chores together as a family, and spent time talking about our days especially at dinner time. Staying well connected with what your active child is thinking and feeling as well as making them feel connected to your thoughts and feelings can really help to build strong relationships. Because of their level of activity relational attachments are sometimes hard for them and they need these types of bonds to keep them focused on others.

Keeping your active child on a schedule and keeping them well balanced physically, emotionally, and mentally will give them the tools they need as they grow into adulthood. We need to help them to channel their energy and in so doing show them how they can be very successful using this gift of energy that God has blessed them with.

Ken Myers is a father of three and passionate about great childcare. He’s always looking for ways to help families find the support they need to live fuller, richer lives. Find out more about expert childcare by checking out @go_nannies on Twitter.

You can’t keep a good mom down!

I rolled my ankle during my Zumba class on Saturday morning. I’d previously injured this ankle 18 years ago and it still has a pin in it to hold the bones in place. Between the large amount of swelling and the worry that the pin my have shifted we decided it was best to get x-rays. A few painful hours later we found out that I had only severely sprained it. I am on crutches with an aircast for the next week or two.


My left injured ankle compare to my right not injured ankle.

It has only been a couple days but I can already see how being on crutches and being a mom just don’t go hand in hand very well. Here are just a few of the reason’s you can’t keep a good mom down…

  • My kids all vowed to be big helpers, until I need help then they all whining, crying, or running in the other direction to get out of helping.
  • I may starve during the day because I have no way to carry food to the table to eat. Standing at the counter is painful so instead I opt to wait until the older kids are home to help bring me food.
  • Laundry will not likely get done in a timely matter this week.
  • Grocery shopping sounded like something I could manage (pushing a cart while hopping or hobbling on one leg) until I realized I would have to carry all of the bags into the house ALONE, then put it all away ALONE. So we may be eating cold cereal for a few days.
  • Stairs are RIDICULOUS! We live in a two story home, our room being on the top floor. Getting up the stairs is iffy but coming down is just an accident waiting to happen so I scoot on my butt while my kids carry my crutches. (Plus side I get a good work out going up and down the stairs this way.)
  • The house will look like a bomb went off which will stress me off but I just can not carry anything while on crutches.
  • Crutches might as well have pins and needles at the top to stab your arm pits while you walk. It’s brutal.
Resting is hard

This is how I spent the weekend.

My type A, multi-tasking, busy body personality doesn’t handle all of this rest and put your foot up directions the doctor ordered. This resting time should feel like a vacation but instead it feels like torture. I must admit that I can’t wait to be back to walking, back to cleaning, back to zumba, and back to my normal life.

When it comes to being a mom we have the need to care of others. It is difficult to have things like injuries, illnesses, etc that slow us down or make us stop all together. I have a new appreciation for moms everywhere that have terminal illnesses or other conditions that slow them down on a daily basis. I am making a promise to myself to take more time to  appreciate what I have and stop complaining about what I *think* I need.

My helpers, sometimes

They worked together to do homework so I could rest with my foot up.


OCD Mom Confessions and Tips

OCD Mom Confessions and Tips

I read this We can’t be friends. by Dugans Inchoots blog post last week. It doesn’t at all explain how my house looks but MANY of my friends were sharing it on FB so clearly it resonated with them. This was what I wrote in response to my friends and family:

“So this has been shared a lot today in my feed. I just want to say that when you come to my house it will be orderly (most of the time), everything has it’s place, things get returned to their place when they aren’t in use, and we clean often. However I love all my friends no matter how their house looks. When your at my house I might clean up after you but it’s not to be rude it’s just in my nature. When I am at your house I will make my kids clean up after themselves (I’ll fold your laundry or do your dishes if you’d like me to, just ask). It’s all a part of who I am but I don’t judge any of my friends or family based on the way they keep their home AND I certainly don’t expect anyone to run around cleaning before I come. Just know that my house will most likely be clean when you come, not because I ran around cleaning for your visit but because it’s in my nature to keep it this way. We CAN all be friends, we just have to accept and embrace our differences!

I really meant what I said and clearly I am still friends with all of you who do have toys on your floor or dishes in your sink. (I also want to add that I am not making light of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder at all. I really do have OCD, not because my house stays clean but because I used to count things, touch things a certain number of times, etc to help me cope with anxiety. Since having four children I have had to let go of many of my OCD tenancies to make my life more manageable and enjoyable for my family.)

Anyhow I got a lot of ‘Likes’ on my post as well as some friends asking for a little help or tips from me to help them organize their house. I thought I’d start series where I share my biggest OCD mom tips and tricks. I can’t promise you’ll become OCD but I can hope that you’ll take some tips away from this to use in your home.


Prioritize! – Decide what area of your home you would like to keep organized most of the time. Then decide what areas can have organization but would be okay to have children playing in with a mess.

Multitask! – I am the queen of multitasking, just ask my husband he’ll complain for hours on end how I hold a conversation in person while reading a book and yelling at the kids to stop fighting. You must learn how to juggle a couple things at once to get your home tidy in a timely fashion without wasting time making lots of trips around the house.

My challenge to you is… to make a list of room of your home. On the list decide one area/thing in each room that needs your attention to organize/re-organize. 

Also keep track of how much time you actually spend cleaning each day for an entire week. That will help you decide if you aren’t already multitasking how much time you might be able to save in the future.