I hate bedtime. That is a strong word, but it is true. It seems to be always too late and too rambunctious around here with 3 boys. #boymom I have really made an effort this last year to be more consistent with it. But it still ends up being pretty crazy. The baby runs around and yells. Brandt constantly gets out of bed. Van has one more story to tell. I need a drink! Tickle my back! Mom is tired and starting to get cranky. Giggles, goofy sounds, constant noise....and the lis

Have you ever had a thought and your mind seems to wander and you think you are on to something and then.... POOF! It disappears. That happens to me all the time. I think about ideas for paintings when I am reading, in stolen, silent, early mornings, and even in the car... When my boys are quiet. Which isn't often. #boymomlife! My mind and heart had been overwhelmed and lost. I felt like I needed to do more. My negative self-talk was on high alert. The constant nagging of my