I feel like a T-Rex

Going on vacation has been hell. We have had a series of WTF’S happen to us.

My husband who is currently trying to become a police officer with all his might, had to take his fitness test on the day we were expected to leave for our awesome vacation with friends. However, he didn’t read the entire instructional email that stated the following day was reserved for the written test. (No sense in going to the fitness test if he can’t go the following day for the 2nd portion. There are no make-ups) So, now we have to wait for the opportunity to open back up. That was number one. Lets count down shall we?

2.) We start driving our car around town, to handle our last minute details, before taking off to California to put our toes in the sand. What happens? Our car is shaking… quite a bit. We spend so much time bouncing ideas off of one another for what it could possibly be. Well, nothing we can do about it until we get back, so lets rent a rental car, shall we? (Come along on my journey)

3.) Now we are on to getting our rental car we already reserved 2 days prior, for an exaggerated fee of about $200.00. Awesome! We get to the budget car rental place, and oops… they won’t accept our debit card without us jumping through hoops. No time for those shenanigans… so we head to Enterprise..come along on the trip

4.) Pull up to enterprise. They are out of cars… We have to go to another enterprise.

5.) We finally get to enterprise and decide… we need a little joy in our lives, lets get a truck!!! Don’t forget… we need to call Budget car rental place to get our deposit back… come along on the next part

6.) We called Budget car rental place… they can’t get our funds back on our account for at least 3-7 business days… Time to go on vacation.

7.) Screw our problems back home…we are on vacation this is no time for stress….

8.) Vacation is over… time to go back home.

9.) We are home… and… looks like someone hit the back of our car and left. Well, Eric needs to get to work so when he gets off we will figure out the car situation.


10.)  Eric comes back upstairs… Can’t go to work. Car tire is skeletinized. (Not a word.. Don’t care)

11.) I’m completely at a loss for words. I have no idea what to say.

12.)At one point, Geicos’ system was down, so we couldn’t get a tow truck  [to get to the tire place] until they got their system back up and running.


I feel like a T-Rex Right now!!!!!!!!


Men mess up purposely

So tell me why the last vacation we went on I asked my husband “okay please Eric pack your bag because I’m tired of packing all the bags, I already have 3 bags to pack and yours too you’re an adult it’s time for you to man up pack your own bag.” so he packed his own bag and so I ask him “Do you have everything? Like everything?” he goes “yeah I got everything.” We get to California and he tells me …

“I don’t have undershirts or underwear.”

I’m starting to think that men purposely mess tasks up that we give them. Just so that they don’t have to do it again. The common phrases in the house are “just give it to me, I’ll do it” ;”They say if you want something done well you have to do it yourself, they were right.” and the infamous. “How are you going to survive when I’m gone?!”



I wish I was passive agressive

Everyone has things they wish they could change. I wish I was ‘passive agressive’. I also wish I had patience, but with being a fairly new mom. I’m exhausted. Seriously. I don’t have a babysitter on stand by. I’m tired. I have no time to be indirectly talking about someone. I wish I had patience for childishness. But again… I’m really tired. I’m praying on it. To all the gods in all the worlds. They all hear me. But, they’re not ready for me to posses such treasures, yet.

Sorry guys. I love you all.

But, in all seriousness, don’t start hating me for my views on things. I’m not changing my views, just cuz you don’t like to be reminded of your mistakes. I love your views it’s what makes us all different.  You be you boo.

My family is the best thing I ever did

When I got married at 21 people were asking me, why?

“Why are you getting married Seabree?”

My response, It sounds crazy, “but when you know… You know.”


Two years go by and we get pregnant with our first child, people ask me

“why are you having a child?”

“Because, when God says it’s time. You listen.”


When I stopped working and became a stay-at-home mom people asked me, why?

“Why would you be a stay-at-home mom?”

My response, “So I can be here for all of my children’s moments, raise them, and teach them how I would like my child to be raised and taught.”

When my husband and I were going through school options and we decided we think it would be best to homeschool our children the Uproar was outstandish. They ask again “Why would you home-school your children? They will lack social skills.” My response,

“Because, I don’t want my child to get lost in the Las Vegas School System.”

But then my family thought… ” It’s your husband, it’s what he’s forcing.”

And I respond… “no, my husband and I have the same values.“ Which brings me to the beginning… when you know, you know.”

Now my days consists of . Daytime Star Wars Coffee Shops, Library trips, Pottery Wheels and tickle fights with my husband and daughter. My family is the best thing I ever did. I have faith in my decisions. If you know yourself. You will know what is best for YOU. If you know who you are and what your method of madness entails, you know what your belief system is.

A New Puppy



We have recently taken in a new puppy. Her name is Nala. My friends all asked me the same thing. “A new puppy? Aren’t your hands full already?”  HAHAHAHA… Oh… please. I like a challenge. And I got exatly that… A challenge.

I forgot, I am leaving out 1 simple detail. She’s 11 weeks old. Yes. Just 11. This means, potty training… Late night wining to be picked up… Pee on my yellow accent rug… Hiding in places I cannot reach, and the constant scratching, biting and teething. But, we love her… and she’s now apart of our team. Eric and I now have… 2 boys… and 2 girls. The playing field in my household is officially EVEN.

My child, the astronaut

Excuse the excessive amounts of laughter. My child. The astronaut. The imagination. When did that cease to exist with me? At what point did I stop putting markers on my fingers and saying “look, I’m Edward scissorhands?” At what point did I lose that? What was my last adventure?  Was I a dinosaur in new York? Stomping on builildings? Or was I like my daughter, an astronaut in space? I think I’m in need of a imagination day. Time to go build a fort with my kids. 😉

My child, the Naked Lawyer.


My daughter has decided that she no longer needs to wear clothes.

They are now a thing of the past. Clothes are for lesser humans. Simple humans, that don’t understand that being naked… is soooo much better. My daughter comes strolling casually into the living room with nothing but a pull-up on. Makes sense to her. But, not to me.

“Go bring me a shirt from your room” I tell her, as I’m attempting to feed the baby. She leaves, comes back…………. completely naked, shirt in hand. Where did the diaper go? So, once again… i have her also go get a pull up and bring it back. She does as she is told, and gets a pullup. I put her pullup on her.. and her shirt, and exhale. The battle is over.

I go to the kitchen to put the baby food container in the trash. My daughter comes strolling in the kitchen……. butt naked…. again.  She argues silently, but quite effectively. I am a defeated opponent. Yesterday, toddler. Today, Silent naked argumentative-lawyer.