life at the daily grind

 It's a Monday. I sit here trying to convince my 4 year old to trace upper and lowercase G's while he eats an oreo. It's 10:30 in the morning. "But mommy !" He pleads, "My head is just full of games, and Mario, and Paw Patrol! It's not full of workbooks." Another of his very creative ways of saying No mom, I really don't want to do school because I don't like it. I feel like we are in for another day of stubborn stand-offs.  Where every few minutes we repeat the same exchange.  "Please do your letters. There's not that many, it'll be quick."  "But I don't want to. I just want to play Mario Kart!" "You can, after   you finish your letters." "But that's just no fun for me!" And so it goes, on and on. Some days are full of laughter and cooperation, others we dance this dance for 9 hours. He's a head strong little guy, gets it from his mama. I start thinking about Kindergarten registrat

 Life has changed since I started this blog. It has been nearly six years, I think. My husband and I have added 3 pets to the family, 2 sons, and have lived in 4 different homes in 3 different states. Over the past couple years, starting when we moved into our previous home, I started experiencing more anxiety over what is usually considered mundane. I started examining things that may have influenced things and triggered responses from life events and childhood. I've started examining the views I had been taught from an early age surrounding religion and politics and how you should raise a child. Are these really my views and values or have I just been regurgitating what I had been fed and told not to question because this was the "right" way?  As life has changed, as it is supposed to, I feel like it's time to shift this blog's perspective, too. It may be updated the same amount, which is laughable, but I have decided that it should be a reflection of the though