“Mom, put down your phone!”

“Mom, put down your phone!”

What you are about to read is just something that has been on my heart to share for quite some time and I figured I would put it out there before it ate me alive. There is nothing but words spilled straight from the heart here, nothing proofread, nothing organized, just stripped down thoughts on something I think is going to tear down society little by little.


How many of you have become slaves to your cell phone and/or social media? How many of you are distracted parents?

How many of you showboat your children to Facebook? Did you know that parenting is NOT a popularity contest?

Do you know what is more important than the outside world? I am about to tell you something that is going to BLOW your mind! Your children, if you have them, are more important than anything on Facebook, Pinterest, FOX news, ESPN, Instagram, and basically everything and everyone else.

The first time my son told me to put my phone down was an eye opening experience. He was trying to show me something and talk to me and I was so consumed by my mindless scrolling that I literally did not hear him. THIS broke my heart. I just ignored my baby boy! All he wanted to do was show me something that he thought was interesting and by the time I realized what I had happened, the damage was done. He no longer felt important. His spirits were already crushed. I was missing out on his childhood and also I was robbing him of it. I know so many people who claim they love their kids (and it may be true) yet, they never play with them, they never talk to them, they never SHOW that they care. Parents now do not give their children their undivided attention. Instead, parents shun their kids off into their rooms to watch TV and play alone. I missed out on my parents a lot as a child, they missed out on me. I will not let that happen to my son. Children sense at an early age whether or not what they have to say is important to the adults around them.


I want to ask you for a second to really get into your childs head. For a second, think of how they see you. Do they see you as a fun, loving super hero protector or do they see you as the person that feeds them on schedule? If you even do that because unfortunately, I DO know some people that do not feed their children properly.

Do you want your kids teachers to ask them about what they do at home for them to say “I watch tv and get yelled at a lot because my mommy wants to play on her phone” The single fact that this actually happens ALL of the time, all over the world literally makes me sick to my stomach. Did you know there are some children in the world that want to go to school because they want to be loved and have someone’s attention? Why do they love going to school so much? They love school because the teachers spend time with them, teach them things, and play with them and they interpret that as LOVE. At home, this is not happening because todays parents refuse to disconnect from unimportant things.

Cell phones have made us so easily accessible that when we are inaccessible our friends and co-workers wonder which ditch you are laying in. Just stop. If it is after 5:30 and my husband and I screen your call or text, it is nothing personal, we are enjoying our son! 30 years ago you would not have been able to get in touch with someone immediately, those people survived and thrived!

Do you look at your phone when your kids are in the car? SHAME. ON. YOU! Not only are you a hazard to other drivers, you are putting your own children at risk! What is so important that it takes precedence over the possibility of life and death for not only yourself but also your innocent little babies? If you have some attention deficit issues of your own, make your daily travels a conversation with your children. “Look at that over there” “what color is that?” “What number is on that house” “can you read that street name?” “Let’s sing your favorite song!” Just do anything other than stare at your cell phone.

Is the outside world your priority or are your kids? I mean, seriously ask yourself that. Ask yourself when was the last time you got on the floor and played with your kids for more than 5 minutes, WITHOUT a cell phone within reach? Also, I must remind you that doing this merely once a week is unacceptable. You should be spending as much time as possible teaching, interacting, helping, playing with your kids. Yes, I understand that you have to cook and clean but they can be a part of that. They are capable of helping. Would it surprise you to know that they want to help?

When you are at home, look your children in the eyes when they speak to you. This is so important and it will always BE important.

Do not be the reason your children lose their innocence, do not be the reason they learn to see the negative in the world. Always treat your children with respect and care for them as the delicate beings they are. They say babies are resilient and yes, they are to some extent but words can never be taken back and not all wounds heal as if they never happened.

Treat your kids as if they are somebody to you and someday they will be someone to the WORLD.

As I write this, my son grabs my hand, looks at me with an angelic smile and says “Momma you’re my best friend!” THIS is what I live for. I want him to think I am a hero, because he is mine!




Hopefully I can edit with pictures later.

I started putting this piece together BEFORE that Furniture Row truck pulled up. I was so excited! That lasted until they walked in and chipped… yes CHIPPED my wood stairs….That I rent. Dirty word!


So my husband of 5 years and I are finally getting our furniture delivered to our new apartment.


Wait. Did we not have furniture before? Did we have a home before?

No, yes/no. We were shacking up with our Momma’s. Classy.

I know, that sounds a bit strange. Let me bring Y’all up to speed on this, kay?

We are…were… young and stupid. End of story. Now, 5 years later we’ve finally got our big kid panties on and know how to conduct ourselves correctly in a marital setting.


We separated for various reasons, reconciled, separated, reconciled, separated, dated other people…for two whole years that time. 2 years, people. Never divorced. Why? I don’t friggin know. Our subconscious knows but a subconscious can’t talk… So, there’s that.

Moving tips. Pay for the delivery. (Get your money back since they screwed up your apartment) I had to sleep on my anger for a night before I called in order to not act a complete fool on the phone. I would have.

I have no tips really. Maybe organize in piles where you want to put your stuff or separate like items. I definitely would not recommend doing what I did and throw everything in the closet just to get it out of the way because that is exactly what I did. Stupid and lazy, I know, but I panic in rushed situations. You should have seen me failing trying to coupon this morning because of course the line gets long when Marla whips out the coupons. My couponing career is probably over to say the least! That will come in another post.

Anyway, back to the furniture thing. We went into furniture row after looking online for over a week and ordered what we wanted.


I wanted this couch…BAD.

We knew our new place was going to be small so we had to be creative when it came to storing our stuff. Colton picked a bedroom set that had extra drawers IN the bed. That was on back order so we had to wait. Thanks, Husband.  There was no word on how long we had to wait and even when it came close to a two week wait we still heard nothing. I kept calling, no word.

Finally after me calling a lot, they decided to give me the same set someone else had on Lay-A-Way. HALLELUJAH! We had been sleeping on the floor for a week or so. not fun.


When I got the call we were going to have our furniture in just less than 24 hours I did this ridiculous happy dance only my loving husband will ever see. I have no rhythm. And I am goofy.


The morning of delivery I was doing my hair to keep myself busy since I was so excited. After every curl I was peeking through the window to see if the truck was there. When it finally got there they asked me where I wanted everything, I told them and they started moving it in. Then S*!t got sour.

I see hear this heavy object falling down my rented staircase. It was a drill. He dropped his drill down my stairs. He wore a cowboy hat while moving heavy furniture and he dropped his drill down my stairs. I could have hit the ceiling. I went and sat myself down in the kitchen floor and watched the heat and air guys work while I calmed myself down. I let them put our bedroom and my sons slide bed together upstairs.




(It will look better when it’s all put together. Still waiting on my mirror and end tables.)

Time to move my awesome red couch in! The last piece in our order and one step closer to being done! As if my poor staircase hadn’t taken a big enough beating, they pushed the couch back and forth over the white rail. Long story short, the couch dye stained the white rail. Actually I can’t blame the couch, it was cowboys fault.



Couch does not fit through the front door where the staircase is. I suggest them using the back door and coming in through the kitchen. That works but not without another catastrophe. Yay for rain. Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey, whiskey makes Fireball…..FIREBALL!

Oh sorry I got distracted, darn you bad habits.

Rain actually = mud. Lots and lots of mud.


They tracked mud all over the place. Did not even offer to fix what the messed up at the time, nor did they apologize about making my house a muddy mess. I have been having issues with my heat and air so the maintenance guys were there the whole time watching this literal mess go down. They even blessed my heart, how embarrassing!

I called furniture row and they told me to ask the landlord how much it would cost to fix the damages and they would send him a check. I would like my delivery fee waived but we can’t always get what we want I guess. I have grown more passive in my old age.

I have so much more to tell!