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Long Time

It has been a long time since I've blogged. To be honest, I kinda lost interest for a few months. I guess it may have been because no one was reading it. I just happened to look at it today and it sparked up an interest again. I realized how much I just really like writing. So to heck with it. I'm gonna write. I don't care if no one will ever read it. With all that said, let's talk about motherhood.

Desmond is 1 1/2 years old! He is busy as ever. He loves playing outdoors, especially in the rain. He says,  "Outside Mommy! Pay, I want pay!" Now who can say no to that? Oh! Wait Wait! I gotta share this first before I go any further. Two days ago, I came home with Desi (after picking him up from daycare). We walked in the house and he greeted our dog as usual. Then he yelled "D-A-A-D-Y!" I told him daddy wasn't home yet. He looked at me and said, "baketball?" How did he know that? Yes, my husband was out playing basketball. But how did he know. I didn't tell him that. What in the world? I was so shocked and amazed. LOL! He knows more than what I think he does. Okay, one more thing. I made some soup for Desi because he had a cold. I put a little cayenne pepper in it to draw out the cold. Anyway, Desi was eating it and he said, "picy?" I told him that it wasn't too spicy, but in my head I'm like, how do you know that word and how do you know what it means? Once again, I was shocked and amazed. LOL! I told my husband and he said that Desi has heard us talk about how spicy certain foods were on other occasions and maybe that's where he got it from. He was amazed with the fact that Desi knew what spicy was though.

I feel like there so much to say. It's been a long time and so many new and amazing things have happened. I feel like I am finally getting my groove back! I am working on my weight and I am starting to fit into some of my clothes. I am looking good (tooting my own horn)! I am continuing to find that balance between being a mother, a wife and finding time for me. Sometimes it's a challenge. I urge the motherhood to take some time out for yourself. It's so important. My cousin was the one that helped whip me back in shape. She called me one night back in April and said, "um, don't get mad when I tell you this Esha. You kinda lost your swag since you've had the baby." Now my cousin is a mother of two, so if she was saying I lost my "swag," she was telling the truth. It was funny though because I thought to myself, "wow, I had swag? I didn't even know!" LOL! I can laugh at it now, but when she said it then, it brought me to tears because I knew I had lost myself. I couldn't find that balance. I was all about being a mom and wife. I forgot about me. My cousin took me out that next weekend for food and drinks and she told me that I needed to make sure to schedule my pedi and mani and have a little "me time." Since then, I have been making sure that I have some "me time" or a girls night out. I'm back baby! In full effect! LOL! I am feeling good and I am feeling sexy. Thanks cuzzo! LOL!

Please share how you found your balance and what suggestions would you give to those who haven't found it yet?

Well that will be all. I am going to shut it down. I am not feeling well today, so I need some rest. Until next time!

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  1. This is very nice! I always read ur blog!

    Kids frow up so fast! Its amazing. I'm not looking forward when mine gets out his baby stage. Lol

    Simone

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    1. It's almost bittersweet. It's great to see them learn and apply new things, but you kinda feel their dependence slipping away slowly.

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