When I decided to give therapy a try again, I wanted to be intentional about whose hands I would put my mental health in. When it comes to mental health, it's important to in trust someone who is capable of healing you mentally, emotionally, and even give viable options for physical healing. With my insurance… Continue reading Choosing a Therapist
This post contains affiliate links. I may receive a small something if you click on or make a purchase. I’ve been an avid meal prepper for a few years now and I always get asked how. I’ve heard it’s too hard, time consuming, and just doesn’t work for people, meaning they can’t stick to their… Continue reading Be a Pro at Meal Prep in 10 Steps
Saturday was a tough day, a day that made me take the plunge and seek a therapist. On my way to visitation with Khai’s dad, I felt an anxiety attack coming on. I was able to make it through visitation (only lasted 45 minutes), and head home to practice yoga. The one time I really… Continue reading Confessions of a Single Mom #13: I’m Going to Therapy
Saturday, Malakhai and I went to a class at MyGym. It’s a little gym for our tiny humans. There were about six other little tykes there. We began with some warm ups then stretches with out minis. Afterwards, we had free time to roam around the gym and enjoy all that they had. There were… Continue reading MyGym @ Atascocita
So, Malakhai has reached that age that he wants to touch any and everything. I open the fridge, he has to touch everything in the door. Anything I have in my hand, he has to touch. I figured it was time to start some sensory activities, and I can’t wait to continue this series. I… Continue reading Sensory Time: DIY Paint
This thought has run through my head time and time again, sometimes all day. When Malakhai gets older, will he hate me? If you've been following the blog for a while, you know that Khai's dad and I don't have the best relationship. In fact, we don't have a relationship at all. We don't coparent.… Continue reading Will He Hate Me?
Today my son started daycare. He was supposed tos tart awhile ago, but I wasn’t ready. I never wanted him to go to daycare, but he needs social skills now that he’s getting older. He’s becoming more mobile and talkative (baby talk that is). Luckily, his daycare is owned by a friend of the family… Continue reading Daycare