Allow me to introduce myself… my name is Hov’ (oh) H-to-the-O-V! I’m kidding, I’m kidding. My name is Jeannie. I’m almost fabulous at 35. At 35 years old I’ve managed to create three little humans and find the love of my life. My children and husband are at the epicenter of my universe. I’m a SAHM. It’s not all about that bass… it’s all about drop offs, pick ups, extracurricular activities, dinner, laundry, and other miscellaneous household chores/errands. Lordt help me!
This leads me to the ALMOST fabulous part. While I love my children I’ve lost part of what makes me… well me. No one warns you about how life changes after children. Not only does your body change but the relationships with the people around you also change. Now at 35 I’m trying to start anew. Before children I was the type of woman that wouldn’t step outside of the house without make-up. My nails, hair, and clothes were on point. I was well put together. If I do say so myself. Then came our children. With one things are still manageable especially with our first. Junior was the perfect child. He was amazing. Being his mom was a breeze. He never cried, slept for hours on end, and had the best deposition. We were spoiled as parents.
All hell broke loose with our second child. James was an entire different ball game. He had attitude for days. Where our first was calm he was loud. Where our first was charming he was cranky. I mean the freaking list of opposites go on and on and on. Not that we didn’t love him. I made him. We made him. His deposition came from somewhere. It just made life a bit difficult. Now I spent more time dealing with the children and had less time for myself. My appearance was sloppy. I will be honest. My natural beautiful wild curls were tangled pinned up away from my face in a messy bun more often than not. I was cranky, tired, run down and still had to keep it together. My make-up, nails, hair, all just put to the side.
All the while I lost myself in our family life. My husband didn’t utter a single word about how much I’d changed. He knew being a mom is a tough job. It can take a bit before we as women bounce back. Celebrities will have you believe women bounce back at the wink of an eye. Which is so misleading to say the least. My journey was slow almost at a stand still. No longer was I that girl who would turn his head with the sultry red lips and wild curls. I was walking around in stained t-shirts, sweats, and untamed hair. An intervention was needed and in that order! You’d think I’d sit down try to get myself together. Nope. We added another baby into the mix. I must love a challenge.
This is me. Jeannie. Trying to find a balance between life as a mom juggling my family life and still maintaining my individuality. Take this journey with me. Let’s explore how women can have it all. We can be great moms while having some autonomy. I’ve come to the realization that while my kids need me I also need time and space to let my hair down. Wanting time away from them doesn’t make me BAD mom. In fact IMO it makes me an even better mom. Instead of being worn out exhausted beyond belief I can find peace of mind. I can recharge my batteries. So when I finally walk through that door and the kids have eaten all of the Nutella straight out of the jar with spoons and there are little tiny finger prints leading up the stairs I will not wig out. (BTW that was a true story. Needless to say the neighbors heard me yelling.) I will be able to laugh at their rambunctious behavior have a lighthearted moment with our children who’s childhood is fleeting. You can be fabulous at any age me I am starting at 35.