Sunday Scribblings - My Style

My style really isn’t something that I have thought a lot about much lately. I think that as a mom it is all too easy to fall into that trap. I’m lucky in that I have a husband who encourages me to leave our daughter with him and spend some time on myself. Of course when I get that time where I don’t have to worry about her I typically start working on all the other things that need to be done and don’t spend the time on myself. I’m working on improving that, but it is hard to balance everything when you’re a parent.

When my daughter was first born I was happy to get a shower so style certainly didn’t play into my days. I wound up falling into what I would call the “mom style” of low maintenance everything. Now that my daughter is getting a little older I’m working on getting back my personal style. I’ve grown tired of having my makeup and jewelry sitting neglected on the vanity table. I miss dressing nicely and having my makeup done. I’ve come to realize that to be a good mom I have to be happy and take care of me too. It isn’t all about my daughter and her needs.

Now that I’ve started taking the time for me I am a much happier person. It’s not that I was unhappy before, but I wasn’t as happy as I could be. My style is still evolving and my life is definitely work in progress, but I feel like I’m getting there.

What about you, what’s your style? Ro read other responses to this prompt, check out Sunday Scribblings.

If I Had to Live In a Different Time in History

My post for Sunday Scribblings #132
If I had to live at a different time in history

I am the type of person who loves to read a good historical romance. I particularly like the ones set during the renaissance where you had the lords and ladies and all of the romanticism that goes with it. It would be so much fun to go back to those times and see how people really lived. Yet I really don’t think that I would want to live there. I love my modern conveniences (electric, running water and so forth) way too much to give them up. Hey, I don’t even like to go camping. Do you really think I would survive having to live in a time like that? I also don’t think that a woman as independent and opinionated as myself would go over well in that time. Really, I’m good with the time I live in now.

What about you? Is there another place in time where you would like to live? Check out Sunday Scribblings to see more responses to this prompt.

Forbidden

As I crawl closer to the forbidden spot I know that mommy is going to yell at me. So I glance over my shoulder at her. She sees me and gives me "the look." Apparently mommy doesn't realize just how much like her I am. I keep crawling and pull myself up. What is that on the wall with the metal around it. Every time I start poking it with my fingers mommy yells "No!" Doesn't she realize that I just need to explore and discover the world around me. Why does there have to be forbidden places? I don't have the words yet to ask mommy this, but once I do I will ask her. Once I learn to say the word 'why' mommy will be sorry.

This post is for last week's Sunday Scribbling. This is my first time participating, but I have been following along for awhile now. If you get a chance, check out all the other Forbidden postings. If you're really feeling adventurous you could try posting too.