he cried, she cried, I cried.

I am not sure if it because I have had a {body} cold for the last week which has left me completely run down and deflated like the worn out bean bag in my daughter’s room, but this week, has been one of THE most challenging “parenting” weeks, I have had in a long time.

It is no secret, that there have been many days where I spent time looking for the nearest fire station to drop off my son {not seriously}. But today, I wished I could drop myself off at the fire station instead. Especially, if it was the hunky Hayward Fire Department (wink, wink).

No, really.

I just want to disappear. Not for long - maybe for a day, or week or two, but away. Away from the crying, the whining, the demands, the chaos.

Time to myself.


Today, my son spent half the day crying, and the other half throwing himself to floor crying in frustration. In his defense, life sucks for him. Between not being able to eat anything (other than his twelve safe foods), or adequately communicating his needs (because he is not even two and barely has any understandable words)…I would probably be pretty pissed off too.

My daughter on the other hand, has been doing her best to break me down. I don’t think willingly, but her badgering and relentless asking for everything and anything, are working marvelously at it.

Tonight, I cracked. Snapped, really.  I have a temper, which I have never denied. I actually enrolled myself in anger management in my teens to learn how to manage it. Clearly, it didn’t really help. I am ashamed of it, but I have to talk about it, or else it seems that much worse if I hide it.

The worst part, is I am just passing it {anger} on down to my children, like it was passed down to me.

Tonight after feeling completely depleted, drained and just darn right ‘done’ I reached my breaking point. I yelled at my crying, daughter as she told me I was the “worst mean mommy” ever! She then went into her room, slammed the door, and slammed her check on the corner of her dresser. I heard her cry of hurt, not anger, so I went to her aid. Sure enough, under her right eye, now lies a purple, raised scratch, which I am hoping doesn’t turn into a black eye. Not only because I am fearful of the CPS knock on the door (she has been getting herself hurt a lot lately), but we are taking our Christmas family photos this weekend. Tis my life.

After I realized she was fine, and went in the hallway where my hubby was, and I just broke down crying. I don’t want to be “mean mommy,” I told him. “I don’t want to be this angry and yell at my children, but I feel beaten down. I need a break.”

I am really hoping it is because of this cold, that I feel so drained. It doesn’t take away the fact that being a stay at home mom is hard. Heck, being any kind of parent or mom is hard!

I have never let my daughter see me cry before. I am not really sure why, but tonight I did. I went in her room and asked her if she could see my crying. She said, yes. I told her “I don’t want to be mean mommy, but her badgering and hurtful words really got to me.” By the expression on her face, I think, (hope), she understood. For a moment, everything seemed better. Quiet.

Afterward, she wanted me to read her bedtime book, and she cuddled me while I read it.

I do love my job…don’t I? There are ups and downs. There is the good, the bad, and the ugly, and the horrid, like today, but in the end, I love my children. I love my family.


Sometimes, I just need to love myself.

Sometimes, my anger proves that difficult.

Desperately hoping I am not alone,
-Magazine Mom


Day 31: behind the black door ~ lights out

This 31 day journey, behind the black door, ends tonight…as well as the Halloween hype. Starting tomorrow, the stores will be filled with Christmas décor, and I will be having dinner with friends, working on getting my social life back.

It has been a fun, and relatively short month, surprisingly. I am not really sure what my intent was titling this years, October blog challenge, “behind the black door,” but at the very least, you know me, and my home, just a little bit more. If that is the case, then mission accomplished.

I will leave you with pictures of me, and my families Halloween day adventures.

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Pink kitty strutting her stuff at the parade. If you haven’t noticed, I opted to drop the skirt…It took away from her kitty-ness. I found the tights last minute at Target to tie the whole look together.

Everyone LOVED her costume. Me included.

Elle with teacher Christina

Elle with teacher Christina


She looks a little more mouse than cat with that face, but I love it nonetheless

There is Harlan, stealing the show with his dancing, and making friends with Batman and a fellow pirate

Kitty-cat Elle with her dear friend, Emilie the witch

Kitty-cat Elle with her dear friend, Emilie the witch

my kiddos together, a rare photo moment
The Queen Bee herself, can’t get them together


Can you believe this is the one and only shot I have of me looking at the camera, and my eyes are closed?! Go figure…

let the trick or treating begin
I get to put that, in my that?


My dad, “g-pa”, came along too. A treat in-and-of-it self.

By the way, not sure about in your town, but there were a lot of witches, and pirates in ours, so when I saw this costume, I was over joyed.

I actually asked her, If I could take a picture of her (while I was doing so, the boy was pushing her back in hopes of getting one of her balloons on her fall).

He didn’t really push her down, and If you haven’t guessed, it is from the movie, UP.


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I am still baffled how I ended up with a daughter who does not like taking pictures. It is beyond me.

Once we had enough stimulation, and candy, we were done…just so happened to be 4 o’clock.

Gosh, I love daytime trick-or-treating.

The evening ended with pumpkin carving with g-pa
IMAG2765IMAG2766I swear she had fun.

Till next time…


Magazine Mom

Day 30: behind the black door ~ things I have learned {about myself} in the last 30 days


I do REALLY well at self challenges

I need to make more self challenges

Folding laundry is no longer a priority

I really love the Eastwind Organic GF Granola Bars from Costco

I suck at listening

and I am even worse at emailing

I miss my friends

and my husband even more

I neglect my son a little too much since he now allows me too (hence his chaffing rash caused from too heavy of pee diapers)

I am more creative than I give myself credit for

Music is my outlet for stress (my whole families, actually)

You really can do so much with a Sharpie pen

I really LOVE drinking my one cup of coffee in the car (less interruption)

I have a hard time confessing wrongs to my daughter – like that I dropped her beloved kitty cat pumpkin on the ground and cracked it in two pieces

My children eat a LOT of In-n-Out Burger

I can’t put something on the stove and then come into the office to work on something on the computer (as I burn my sons millet mush as we speak I type)

Eating egg salad sandwichs makes for rotten smelling farts

I need to get my hair done more often

I do not have much tact at times

I miss watching television. Bad television.

Clicking the “like” button on Facebook or WordPress  is a message of worth

Having a ‘made bed’, clears my mind

I like my pillows much better now that I moved the blue ones to the back (thanks for all the suggestions)

I need to lay off the sweets (according to my skinny jeans that I can no longer button)

I love to shop retail, but I like thrifting more.

FPIES really sucks.

I am TMI Tuesday ( you know, like throwback Thursday)

I need an iPhone. The glass shards on my broken HTC are simply not cutting it anymore (no-pun intended)

My yard looks like a day care facility, even when we are sleeping

I need more supportive shoes

I really like getting new “followers”, thanks to all of you :)

I should stop wiping my daughters butt for her

I could probably feed a small group of children lunch with the amount of food debris I have in my car

People don’t read my blog on Saturday nights

or Tuesday’s.

I am a fan of child labor

Sauvignon blanc is definitely my favorite wine (this year)

Charlie and the Chocolate factory is a fun book to read to my daughter. The Oompa-Lumpa’s are hysterically passive aggressive, and their songs are hilarious.

I don’t like being touched when I am eating

I am REALLY cheap

Mascara and lip gloss can turn anyone from drab to fab

Don’t trust a fellow facebook-er with the date of my bestie’s birthday (Happy Birthday, Krisitine!)

I have anger issues. Lots.

I am not going to be 34 next month, only 33.

Weekday meal themes really do work (confession I switched my taco night with my noodle night)

I leave my children in a running car for long periods of time, while I quietly get things done inside my house

My breath stinks in the morning (hubby told me to this one). How do some people wake up with fresh breath? Don’t tell me Crest.

I want to get rid of my flab. News flash: I actually joined a gym today!

I like to sign some posts with Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey humor (I hope you have been getting them)

I spend WAY too much time editing photos for my posts

I really enjoy being a working parent at my daughters school so I can see, and capture, moments like this

I leave everything until the last minute

Hence, why I need to stop blogging so I can go paint my “bee nails” and attach Velcro to my sons costume for tomorrow mornings Halloween parade.

Magazine Mom


this post is part of a 31 day series. To read more, and catch up, click here.

Day 29: behind the black door ~ you can call me queen bee…

And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll  rule
Let me live that fantasy…
and everyone who knows me knows…

I am not driving a Cadillac in my dreams – more like a Honda Pilot, or a Toyota SUV.

In all seriousness, I LOVE the song Royals, by sixteen-year-old Lorde. The song even inspired my costume this year. I don’t usually dress-up fantastically. In fact, I think I have used my daughters kitty-cat ears and tail left over from a previous years costume, but I did draw cat eyes, a nose and whiskers on my face.

Now mind you, this year is still not going to be elaborate, but fantastic, yes!

While on the inner-web the other day (twelve to be exact), I came across this DIY Queen Bee costume, and I immediately pinned it, with the comment, “yep…this is what I am going to bee. It reminds me of my favorite song too.”

What I love most about it, is it makes me smile. The costume (really just a fascinator) takes me to a happy place, driving in the car with my kiddos, and hearing my daughter sing,

gold teeth
grey goose
trip in the bathroom
we don’t care
were not caught up in your love affair

Maybe not so accurately, but needless to say, it is hysterically adorable. If she only knew what the words were really saying. Or, not.

That being said, I knew I had to make this. With my new-found, “I can make that!” attitude, I went to Michaels and bought all the stuff, and spent way too much on pom-poms and pipe cleaner. When did those get so expensive? Granted they were $7 all together, but geez. The Dollar store, did not have the colors I needed in the sizes I needed…surely, I tried there first.

Anywho, now that I finally had all the supplies I needed,

glue gun
pom-poms (large yellow, and small black)
2 black pipe cleaner
gold paper stock (I choose gold sparkle fantastic-ness)
black headband

I got to work…

I just followed the simple instructions the tutorial gave, and started with the crown. They even provided a printable crown template to make it that much easier.

Then I made the antennae, by twisting the black pipe cleaner around a pencil to make it twisty

found the pom-poms I needed
Well sort of, anyway. I had to improvise. There were not two large yellow ones. There was a medium and a large, so I had to cut down the large one to match the smaller one. If you look closely you can tell, but I am okay with it. I have learned to let go of details from time to time (sometimes).

With only two severe minor burns from the glue gun,

So cute, right?

But the buzz, didn’t stop there.

I decided to make a pin (brooch hair clip thing) to go along with the costume, instead of the shoe clips the tutorial gave.

I am not sure how I will use it, but I am sure I will share a photo of me, and my families costumes.

For now, my masterpiece will wait here at my vanity accessories station,

until Halloween…

Queen Bee (aka Magazine Mom)


This post is part of 31 day series. To read more and buzz along, click here.

Day 28: behind the black door~ refueled

As I just walked into the door from my {preschool} board meeting with more energy than I have had in weeks, it donned on me. I recharge, get fueled, through adult conversation and interaction. Hubby has been telling me this for years, and I never thought anything of it, until yesterday when my dear friend, Nicole, and fellow 31 day challenge blogger, asked the very question to her readers.

So, what about you? What are the activities that really make you feel refreshed? That fuel you instead of draining you? Are they all “producing” or “neutral” activities, or do “consuming” activities help you relax, too?

Of course, the question makes more sense if you read her post, but it is incredibly insightful.

What activities do you do that fuel you and maintain “internal order?”

For her, it is journaling or creating.

For me, to quote my response to her question, “I think having good conversations makes me feel refreshed, as well as doing (creating, writing, drinking (lol)…etc.)”

The other day, hubby said that maybe I should get a ‘real job’ because I thrive on adult interaction. He quickly rebuttaled, “Oh, never mind, you are so tortured by not being with the kids, that it just wouldn’t work.”

Clearly he is right, but there has to be a better way.

Light bulb.

I just need to spend more time with adults, especially ones I like. You know, see my friends who I adore, or at the very least talk to them on the phone (I LOVE talking), have some dates with my hubby, connect with like-minded people without a toddler attached to my leg.


So, in 4 days, I will be making this a priority. I already have, by sending an email to my mommy group for a new twist to our monthly night outs. To insure, months go by without a night out, I asked us all to choose a month in the year to ‘host’ that months evening. When it is your turn, you can either host it at your house, or chose the restaurant. It is perfect.

Now, I will be creating another one, for my besties.

I will also be adding “get a sitter” to the top of my to-do list that has been collecting dust for the last 28 days, so hubby and I can have more than three date night/days a year. Ahem.

I am thankful for the awareness of knowing what I need for fueling my mental happiness. Thank you, Nicole, and hubby.
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This is good stuff.

Magazine Mom


This post is part of a 31 day blog challenge. To read more and follow along, click here.

Day 27: Behind the black door ~heavy equipment obsessed

My son is a boy. Not only because his chromosomes, and anatomy tell me so, he is a true - likes to get dirty, obsessed with anything with wheels, enjoys anything he can kick or throw, grunts when he sees heavy equipment, and plays with trucks, tractors and trailers every waking moment, BOY.

I would fool no one if I were conducting the next Baby X experiment. Maybe his hair, would fool the able minded.

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I must admit, I have just recently discovered the power of YouTube. I know, I am slightly behind the times, but I never really saw a use for it, until now. Hubby gets sucked in the “tube vortex” all of the time, so I guess I have always resented it. Now, I stick ‘the boy’ in front of the computer, with a drink and snack, and turn on heavy equipment videos. Just tractors in action. He LOVES it. I get to take a shower, do my make-up, and dry my hair, all in silence. Well, I occasionally have to get up to change videos, and I do hear an occasional grunt, but otherwise – pure bliss.

I probably shouldn’t be proud of my new-found babysitter, but I am.

I think it is better than half of the stuff on TV.

Granted, I do have to be careful…the other day he clicked on video that had some rather vulgar language…but it could have been worse. He may have found one his dads files. Hee hee.

Aside from his heavy equipment obsession, I can’t seem to get him to wear any shirts that do not have Thomas, of Thomas and friends, on the front (like shown above). I can sometimes distract him with a Dinosaur shirt if one of his three Thomas shirts are not available (aka, dirty). Crazy. Even my daughter isn’t that picky…he is not even two years old for crying-out-loud.

I do like that he knows what he likes. He gets that from me.

The other day, I picked up a plain long-sleeved t-shirt for him on the clearance rack at Target, with the intent of making it something great.

Can’t beat that.

Well, brand new anyway.

After I realized that I could trace directly from the computer screen, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I searched Google for some heavy equipment images, and I chose some that seemed best suited for a silhouette shape. Not a lot of details, but had strong graphics.

I got right to work.

Using the same technique I used to make the felt pieces for my kid’s school, I placed the shirt directly on the computer screen. The screen was wearing the shirt.

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I just took a chance on placement, and chose my favorite machines that I knew he would love.

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I LOVE how it turned out.

I, initially thought, I would fill in the shapes, but after completing them all, I love the modern vintage feel they bring in sketch form.

Don’t you?

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A big thanks to my friend, Esther (Happy Birthday!), who inspired me to make shirts for my son using a sharpie.

Her sons have many “Esther originals,” and I love the humor, originality, and love that they emulate.

I have got say, it feels good to use my creativity in different ways.

I wonder what I will do next?

Magazine Mom


To see what else has taken place behind the black door, click here.

Day 26: behind the black door ~ Pinterested in this?

To be completely honest, as I usually am, I am having a horrible day. Not like my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day I had a while back, but a bitter one. Simply stated, expectations got the best of me today. Thinking things were going to go one way (in my mind), and them actually happening, very differently. I am not feeling like boring you all with my “bitter woman” song and dance, so instead I thought I would share with you the most useful pin I have pinned on Pinterest in quite some time (well other than my own of course).

By the way, hubby has actually created a song about a “bitter woman” which he sings to me, about me, when he sees my bitter scowl I wear so well. You know the one when you have had your kids all day, nothing went right, and you are trying to make dinner, and your hubby is late? Yep, that scowl.

The witty song goes something like this…

Bitter woman,
walking down the street,
bratty kids, clingy at her feet,
bitter woman,
sneering at everyone she meets

Anywho, he is not quite the lyrical genius, but the song does make me smile every time he sings it. I guess that is his way of ‘playing.’

If you are anything like me, meal planning simply doesn’t happen as often as it should, or at all.

I had pretty much lost all hope, until I repined a pin, from {multiple} friends. With a title like “Easy Peasy Meal Planning,” I knew I would love whatever they would have to say. Its like they stole the verbiage right out of my mouth.

Sure enough, it is pure genius.

You simply have to check it out for yourself.

The gist is, she suggests you create a theme for each night of the week, and pull from a list (she even provides, or you can create one on your own) making it easy to plan ahead, and get yourself out of the bad dinner rut you are living in. Ahem.

I know something about this.

Sunday is the day I would ‘like’ to meal plan, so this comes at a perfect time, and hopefully for any other weekend warriors out there.

Piggy backing off Peanut Blossoms plan, this weeks themes (in my house) are going to be:
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As you can see, it can be fun, and as creative as you want it to be.

I know, and now most of you do as well, that Friday’s are my busiest day, so it makes the most sense to have that be a take-out or Dine-out night.

I have always wanted to incorporate a movie and/or game night so I think Saturday is the perfect day for that.

Obviously these are not set in stone, but you can adjust and change them as need be.

Again, Tiffany from Peanut Blossom, provides some really good examples and recipes to fit within your weekday themes, so I don’t have to.

See, I am already making things simpler.

No more excuses.

I can’t wait to hear about any themes your creative minds come up with.

Bitter Woman (Magazine Mom)



To read more about this bitter woman, and my 31 day blog challenge. Click here.

Day 25: Behind the black door ~ bee-ing busy has left me feeling sheepish

Wow, it has been a busy day, hence why I am just starting to blog, and it is, oh, 10 o’clock pm. I seriously don’t know how people with more than two kids under the age of 5 do it. I mean, the school drop-off’s and pick-ups are enough to do you in, let alone all the ‘extra curricular activities.’ Friday’s are for sure, my busiest. I drop off my daughter at preschool at 9:00 am,  with ‘the boy’ in tow. I try to get out of there as fast as I can because siblings are not supposed to play and we are advised to keep them by our side, the whole duration of drop-off and pick-up. Yeah, right. If you have met my son, you understand why this is nearly impossible. He beelines straight to the heavy equipment “Tonka” toys, or the trains, or the large fire trucks, or the art table, or the sand box….you get the picture. Today, I just let him play for awhile why I chatted with a mom about blankets (lovies, or as we call them, ‘night nights’). It was quite the comical conversation, especially since I told her I have met a few adults (like in their 30s) who still sleep with them. Sorry, if you are one of them. I am sure there is hope for you yet. Needless to say, I enjoyed the talk, and we are already planning our weaning process and saving money for their therapy.

On Fridays, after I carry him out, crying, we head off together to the gymnastics facility for his “Diaper Daredevils” class. I have a few ‘mommy group’ friends and their sons in the class with me and Harlan, so it is always fun to watch our ‘second batch’ grow up together like our firsts did. It is a lot fun, for all of us, except for the part, my son pushes down his classmates. He is showing signs of improvement. Today it was only 3 kids, last week it was 5. Sigh.

After class, we always hang out outside the building and chat and have snacks to burn up time before we have to pick-up our older kids from preschool. Today was extra nice. The conversation was great, the child interaction was amazing, and It made me feel very fortunate and happy to have this time and moments with my son, and my friends.

Then I picked up my daughter, and managed to carry the boy out, without crying, (yay!), and headed home for a playdate with my dear friend, and my daughters best friend. It was a perfect afternoon. Until it had to end, because we had to head back to preschool for my sons turn at his sisters school. I do, “playgroup” with him on Fridays for an hour and half, and my daughter comes with us for the afterschool program there as well. Ay yi yi…it is a lot for one day. The driving alone.

It is all worth it though. I love their school, and because I love their school, I decided I would help my sons teacher make felt pieces for story time. The twelve kids all want to be able to hold a felt piece and participate during nursery rhymes, so she asked for some volunteers to make enough pieces for all the kids, for every story. I jumped at the chance. My daughter is obsessed with felt boards, and in turn, I have become a huge fan myself, so I love the idea of knowing that my felts will be used for many years to come. The school just celebrated its 65th anniversary, so I hope these felts can be used for 65 more.

I am in charge of ‘twinkle, twinkle, little star”, “Baa Baa black sheep”, and “Here is the beehive”. Twelve stars, twelve black sheep , twelve bumble bee’s, and a beehive. Simple enough.

I went to Pinterest for ideas and inspiration. What did I ever do before Pinterest? I shudder to think.

Once I pinned a few things, I went to Michaels to buy felt, and got started.

I had an ingenious thought (I do that from time to time). Why not trace the images straight from my computer screen, onto the felt to ensure precision and uniformity? So, I did. Hubby saw me doing it, and said I was “cheating.” I told him, “it is NOT cheating… it is genius.” He only wishes he had thought of it first.


from start to finish

from start to finish

Of course, my daughter already put the bee’s to good use on one of her own felt boards.

I am really quite proud of the way they turned out.
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I will say, the sheep are a little more challenging. I could not trace on the black, so as you can see. I did one in yellow, and had to trace it to the black. They definetly do not come out as uniformally shaped as I would like, but I have to let go of details sometimes. Right? I mean, I could have made them extra fancy If I actually knew how to sew…but I happen to think they are pretty cute as is.

Now, I am really exhausted.

I am off to count sheep, and catch some well deserved, Zzzzzzzzzz’s.

Magazine Mom


To read more about the random things that goes on “behind the black door”, click here.

Day 24: behind the black door~ feeling grey

Not sure if it is the lack of sleep caused by hubby’s new alarm clock, the boy’s new-found early wake-up time, or my daughters mopey-ness is rubbing off on me, or the fact that I just can’t seem to find the ‘right’ decorative pillow for my bed is causing me to feel down – whatever it is, is driving me bonkers. Grey, if you will. Not blue, because that is to clichéic, and the color grey is the cause of my new pillow obsession that is threatening my marriage, and challenging my decorating skills. Okay, not really, but Hubby really doesn’t understand my need for decorative pillows and the sheer happiness that they bring me (usually). Surely, he would have a much better reason to leave me then that. Ahem.

Recently, I moved the rug that used to be in my bedroom, to the entryway, which hubby agreed was a good move. However, it left a void in the bedroom. So, of course, I had to buy a new rug…a Target special, nonetheless. Here it is, in the space…


I love the lines, and the Moroccan print, which matches the mirrors I have hanging in the room

The new rug has created a need for new pillows to tie the look together. I realize my bedroom is on the verge of pattern overload, but if I have learned nothing from Candice Olson and HGTV, it is that mixing different textiles, patterns and prints, creates a luxurious feel. Who doesn’t want that?

However, I think the new pillow print, maybe a little too much…
too loud? Or maybe the cross in the center does them in. Either way, I am looking to all of you for advice.

Keep them?
Return them?
Rearrange them?

It is only fair to show you the whole space so you can get the overall look and feel I am going for


In a perfect world, I would love to tie in the coral color from the bench, and the grey color from the rug. So far, this has proven to be impossible.

I am sure there is one out there but it probably costs a pretty penny. Remember, I am not Oprah rich, so I refuse to spend more than $15 per pillow. It is the thrifter in me.


Magazine Mom


this post is part of 31 day series. To read more, and follow along, click here.

Day 23: behind the black door~ mood bored?

I have always wanted to do a mood board, and quite frankly, today I was bored, well just procrastinating doing the things, I SHOULD be doing, so I figured today would be the day, I would make one. I found this tutorial on the information super highway. I can’t even tell you how excited I am.

We are remodeling our master bath, and I have always wanted to make an inspiration/mood board for our design choices and ideas, but had NO idea how to do it, other than clipping magazine pictures, and gluing them on a display board. In fact, when I told hubby I was making a “mood board” he had no idea what I was talking about. When I described it, he thought it would be on poster board.

Until reading the tutorial, I completely forgot about Picasa as a photo editing option. After all, it is the program I used to make my “Magazine Mom” logo. I just haven’t used it since my recent Picmonkey obsession…but wow, is it user-friendly.

I searched google images for products that I know we have purchased for our bathroom, and things similar to what hubby will be making himself. He is a master craftsman, and vexingly, has to make everything, himself. Sigh. I guess that is why this bathroom has been demoed for almost 3 years, and has been ‘actively’ being remodeled for about two. But really, almost nothing has happened since before my son was born in January of last year. In fact, if anything it has regressed. Hubby ripped out the new wall, to put in a ‘tankless’ toilet (which he got at a garage sale brand-new for $10), only to discover he would have to re-plumb the main sewer line and reframe both bathrooms, since they share a wall. Now, there is just a very large whole in the wall to remind us of ‘what could have been.’

The space is small. Really small. Bigger than my shoe, but not by much. We pushed out the wall into our bedroom to gain about 2 feet, which helps, but we had to sacrifice bedroom space in the process.


I am okay with it. I don’t need much room to sleep. Really.

The shower is the part of this renovation, that I am most excited about.  Besides wanting to use the rain shower, I designed a unique-chic shampoo nook that I am very proud of. Instead of a standard rectangular, vertical one, I decided I wanted a horizontal one instead. I think it is a neat design element, and the glass accent tiles we choose, are going to make for that extra pop and pizazz I am going for.
To get myself, and hubby pumped for the completion of this ongoing project, I think a mood board is the perfect idea. Plus, once I blog it, it has to happen. Right?

After following the simple instructions on the tutorial, I came up with this…



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Again, these are not all elements we are using, but a general idea of the feel and look we are going for.

What do you think?

Hopefully this post, will ignite the embers of the hot coal that has been burning under my hubby’s butt for nearly three years.

But like I always say, contractors families (especially the wives), are a LOT like the cobblers kids with no shoes.

I am still holding out for my Louboutin’s.

I will not be holding my breath. You shouldn’t be either.

the contractor’s wife (Magazine Mom)


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