Overwhelmed…

Hey, y’all! Happy Friday!! Hope you’ve had a great week.

I have to tell you I’m exhausted. My daughter’s finishing up her last week of track out. She’s been out for three weeks now. The first week was nice and relaxing. We just did what we wanted to do. Last week, the kids and I traveled. We drove to GA to visit my parents. It’s a long 8 hour drive, but so worth it. They not only spoil the kids, but they spoil ME too. Hey, that’s the way it should be…I’m a good kid.

This week is the last week and has been the craziest. I thought I’d keep the kids {especially Dallas} busy with play dates with friends so hopefully she’ll have an easier transition back to school….we’ll see how my plan works come Monday.

So, I set up play dates for them. I am truly exhausted from them. We have had the most fun and I even got to hang out with some moms whom I don’t see much. Each play date and pool trip was filled with great conversation {for me} and fun play for the kids, but I swear to you daily play dates are more exhausting than daily schedules.

Speaking of schedules, I am so ready to be back on schedules and routines. I’ve really enjoyed having the kids home and spending time with them, but this mama needs some routines.

Not to mention I’ve got a few more projects up my sleeve that I want to start and finish and can’t get them even started much less even think about finishing them.

Now don’t get me wrong, I have the finished products up in my pretty little head, but they are no where near finished…nor even started.

To make matters worse, I’ve already purchased all the stuff for these 4 projects I want to do.  At the time of purchasing it sounds all good to go ahead and get the stuff, and the whole time I’m thinking, “Oh this project won’t take long.” You see, I have this tiny little problem with patience {ok, Mama and Daddy stop laughing out loud…I come by it honestly}. When I want to do something, let’s say paint and finish a room, I don’t think let’s wait and do one thing at a time. Oh no, I have to buy everything right then, no matter if the kids are going to be out of school and I won’t have time to get to it for a couple of weeks, it has to be bought. Doesn’t sound so bad until I do that for 4 projects and now, I’m a bit overwhelmed and not really sure where to start. Aahhh! And do you think at this moment when I could be preparing the bathroom for painting {while the kids play nicely together} that I’m doing that…Um, NO, I’m sitting on my be-hind writing this to you talking about overwhelmed I am. Yep, that’s me.

So, I’m off to go prepare this room for paint, because I’m ready to start a project.

Hope y’all have a great weekend. Do you have any projects you’re working on this weekend??? If so, good luck!

I’ve still got it…

So, I posted a while back that my cute, adorable kiddos have sucked it all out of my brain…everything including my organizational skills.

I used to thrive on labels and organization and things being in their place. Well, kids came along and all that went out the door. I’ve even noticed this summer especially I have no time to do anything for the house. I’m either playing “camp counselor” or searching for Hunter the few mornings he’s been away from me.

Well, this Mama needs some organization, needs a project she can actually finish, and needs to feel accomplished. Granted swimming, playing games, and being a police officer to fighting kids is great fun and I wouldn’t change it, but I needed to feel like I haven’t completely lost me.

So, I ramble to say this…I’ve still got it!!!

This weekend I decided it was time to finally get around to labeling my canisters that I’ve been wanting to do for months now. You know, those plastic canisters that hold your sugar, flour, and what not? Well, I can finally check something off my to-do list.

I started with my canisters…

I was going to cut out black vinyl for the lettering, but once I made up the lettering on my silhouette and went to cut it I realized I didn’t have any black. So, I used what I had…red.

To tell you the truth, I think I like it even better than black. It just adds that extra pop of color.

Once, I cut the vinyl, I took off the excess and laid the transfer paper on top.

Then, I pressed it onto the canister…yep, that simple.

Whew, I have to say I’m super happy I’ve still got it in me. I knew my old friend, Ms. Organization, would come visit me again.

One thing less on my to-do list. And now it’s time to hit the pool with my super fun kiddos and a couple of their friends.

Have you been doing any organization this summer?

Kitchen Transformation

Well, my kitchen’s been “finished” for about a month now. I’ve been wanting to post the outcome, but to be honest, I needed a mental break from it. This was a huge undertaking, but well worth the sweat and tears. I LOVE the outcome, and can’t wait to share it with you.

After completing the laundry room and seeing what a difference painting the cabinets white made, I knew I had to do the kitchen. Only problem…I have about 52 cabinets and drawers (yes, I may or may not have counted them…multiple times).

So, I decided to take it slow and do one section at the time. First, let’s take a look at how the kitchen looked before the transformation.

We painted the kitchen red after we moved in because I always wanted a red kitchen. I must say I have loved my red kitchen, but, this year I started feeling that the red was kind of caving in on me. I was ready for a change. Once I started painting the cabinets white, I knew I wanted to make it lighter and brighter in here…so the red had to go.

I started with the cabinets where the sink is.

Now, for the kitchen cabinets I decided to do the old fashion way of painting cabinets…clean, lightly sand, prime, and paint. A bit of a process but it worked great.

What a difference! I was in love, and knew I had to continue…well that and knew that once I started there was no turning back.

I worked on a section at a time, and each section took about a week  from start to finish. All-in-all it took about a month to complete. The main reason is because I’m a stay at home mom with two young kids and a hard working husband. The only time I had to paint was at night after the kids went to bed and on the weekend when my sweet, awesome husband could watch the kids for me.

It was a s-l-o-w process, and I’d be lying if I told you I loved every minute of it. I did not. There were times I was ready to pull my hair out, and there were a few tears shed during the process. However, in the end I absolutely love the outcome. They are now so bright the room really started to pop.

After finishing the cabinets white, I wanted to make the island different. I wanted to do those cabinets in a color. I knew I was going to paint the walls a light grey, so after much deliberation and picking brains of my friends, I decided to paint them a darker grey. So, Eric and I put up bead board on the ends of the island to match the bead board back splash we already had. I then got to painting…again.

The cabinets were finished and it was time for the floors to be refinished. We have wanted to have the floors sanded and re-stained since we moved here 5 years ago. We decided this year was the year we’d take the plunge and re-do the floors and get new carpet.

They got sanded and stained and I love, love, love them. They are perfect. Did I say I love them???

Well, the floors were finished, we painted the walls a light grey, and then it was time to put the room back together. Are you ready? Here we go…

I used the valance that my mama and her friend made for me last year, and used a few of the same lemon accessories I had. I made a collage wall with a few things I had previously. I made the “L” board with an L I bought for $1.00 at Michael’s and a piece of wood I had on hand.

It’s not 100% complete (of course). There’s a couple of things I’m still wanting to do.

I have this nook area on one set of top shelves. I’m not sure what I want to do here yet…I’m sure it’ll come.

I’d like to get a cabinet or some sort of shelf thing for this area by the table under the lemon painting. I’m keeping my eyes out for this one.

Well, there you go…my kitchen transformation.

I am so in love with it. What do you think???

Big Brother vs. Little Brother

I have a brother…a “big” brother to be exact. Yes, that makes me the baby of the family…I know, I’m so lucky ;o).

Growing up with a big brother, I knew nothing other than playing ball with him, wrestling with him, tattling on him, and of course torturing him…yes, all about him.

My daddy likes to tell the story, and I think he likes to tell it to kind of twist the knife a little if you will…ha-ha, just kidding, Daddy.

Anyway, the story goes like this…One day Garrett and I were playing {and I may or may not have been torturing him} in the other room. Garrett gets so angry with me, runs in the kitchen where Mama and Daddy were and yells out, “Why did you have to have her? Wasn’t I enough?” I know, it’s one of those “priceless” childhood stories that we must relive whenever we’re together.

There was no doubt I was the thorn in Garrett’s side. I was the one who knew how to get his goat, and just by a look I could send him over the edge….hey, that’s what little sisters are for, right?

Even though I was very good at making him angry, I was the best playmate he could have. He could dress me up in full baseball or football gear and out in the yard I would go playing the sports he wanted to play. I could tromp in the woods behind our house painted in camouflage and play Rambo.  Even in high school I would take his lunch to school, deliver it to the lunch table with mine, and even let him use my locker because I had the better location. Ok, so the last thing I just did because I loved him so…honest.

But in all this “he” playing, Garrett never played my games with me.  He never played Barbie’s and laughed at me when I played school. So, that’s all I knew: sisters play brother games and not the other way around. I guess it’s a “big” brother thing.

This is what I thought for years…it’s all I knew.

Years go by and then I have my own children. I have a son and daughter and they are 22 months apart just like my brother and me…cool, huh.

Although, there is a slight difference…my daughter is the older of the two. Still, not knowing any different, I figured she would want to play with her brother and make him happy, and play the sports and crazy wrestling games that he wants to play. I mean don’t all little girls dream of playing baseball in the backyard in 95 degree heat and then come in to play sword fight and Captain Jack Sparrow???

Well, let me just paint the picture for you. As I type, my kids are in the living room playing. There are no swords, no super heroes, no balls or gloves. There are baby dolls and cell phones, and this is the conversation:

Hunter: “Baby wants her hair in braids, ok.”

Dallas: “Ok, I’ll fix it for her.”

Hunter: “Ok, call me when she’s finished, ok, Sweetie {said in a slightly higher pitch}.”

And two days ago we had to go to the store for a couple of things. Dallas took her baby doll because she always does, and instead of Hunter taking his beloved shark, what did he take? A baby doll…all dressed in pink!

Oh that poor boy!!!

When Dallas is out of school, he looks up to her so much and wants to be with her, he’d do anything to make her happy…including playing dolls.

He doesn’t ask her to play ball or wrestle or dress up like Batman or Captain Jack Sparrow. He knows…what’s the point?

I can sympathize. I know the feeling. Little siblings look up to their big siblings; doesn’t matter the sex.

I guess with my daughter being the older one she will never be the tom-boy that I was and never be a rough and tumble kind of a girl. And, my son, the baby of the family, will make a wonderful sensitive husband one day.

I guess that’s the difference between a big brother vs. a little brother.