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Firewife Retreat and Conference Waitlist

We've been talking about it and it's time to get serious. I need to find out how many are truly interested and able to attend a retreats, so I can find the right size house to rent. Please, also sign up to the waitlist if you are interested in a firewife conference. I...

The Stepmom Coach Black Friday Deals

A month ago I did a Facebook live with my friend Claudette - The Stepmom Coach to talk about her "Becoming A More Confident Stepmom" ecourse that was included in a bundle we were both participating in. I know many of you FireWives are stepmoms and could use the...

Fitness and Choices

You have the perfect plan in place and the house is full of healthy foods. You are READY to rock this new fitness and weight loss. You get after it. Week one is hard, but you do it. Week two? The kids have practice every day this week. There are two basketball games....

It Can Be Hard To Set Smart Goals

Did you set a big goal this New Years? You were going to get it done in 2018. How many times in the past have you set a huge goal such as to lose 50 pounds or exercise 5 days a week, only to fall off the wagon a few weeks (or usually days) later? Why did you fail? A...

Mind Over Matter!

Mind over matter!  I find myself clinging to that mantra a lot as a FireWife.  Especially with the history my firefighter husband and I endured.  The past can never truly be buried deep enough.  It always seems to nudge it's way through my thoughts as I go about my...

firewife laundry piles upIt’s a never ending cycle.

Wash.

Dry.

Throw it in a basket.

Maybe take it upstairs. If you’re lucky you have a main floor laundry.

Sometimes you have to scramble 2 minutes before needing to leave to find the matching sock for the three year old and oh wait..the baby is only in a diaper….

Sounds normal, huh?

A few weeks ago as I stared at all of the mounds of laundry that needed folded I freaked out. They had sat there for days. FOUR mother loving baskets.

But, both kids needed attention. In the right corner coming in at 20 pounds…. a gassy 5 month old, and in the other 38 pounds of jealous, potty training 3 year old who has lost all ability to listen. And in the middle, I stood. Defeated. On the tail end of a 48. Our ring – 4 corners made of full laundry baskets.

I had been trying to get to these sorted and folded all day. ALL. DAY. I mean. It got washed. Then I would come up to a hot mess. Toddler meltdown, diaper blowout. It all runs together. 12 or so episodes of Sesame Street does that to ya.

So, let’s be honest. It never got done.

That day. Or the next. Maybe a few days later. Honestly, I have no clue. Because they just filled right back up.

Turns out… My kids have names. Personalities. Quirks. They breathe. One talks back. The other will in a few short months. But, the laundry baskets don’t. For now, they serve as the pillars to fortresses made with king sized fitted sheets from where my princes giggle and are fighting off evil sorcerers that are attacking our kingdom.

Moral of this – and what I hope any mom in my shoes takes away- for now, I will dig through them to find what I need when I don’t have a chance to fold and put it away. Time is precious. Especially with 2 monsters. Especially as a FireWife that gets so little time with her husband, works full-time and comes home to squeeze as much family time in as possible.

There’s more to life than Laundry.

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