The Link

I may be jumping the gun but I opened the sherman projects website. Most items are not available yet but I figured I would give you guys the opportunity to check it out and give me some feedback. I can take preorders but I am not sending anything until August 1st if everything goes as planned. So while we wait for the day to come keep an eye out for new products and store updates.

http://www.theshermanproject.com

 

xoxo

The Sherman Project Pt 2

Hey guys! For some of you that know about the Sherman Project I have an update, and for others who don’t know feel free to scroll down to get caught up! Since losing my job I have found myself with more free time than I realized and I am ready to pick up where I left off. I plan on launching the website hopefully soon and will link it when it is ready. Can’t wait to spread awareness with you!

 

Okay hopefully if you are reading this far you are all caught up. Turns out I have to apply for a sellers permit for the state of california. I suppose I expected that but I wasn’t 100% sure about all the legal jiffs. I am ready to sit down and tackle all the bracelets, necklaces and keychains for the world to help spread awareness. Let me clear up a few questions now in case anyone has any. The money earned by purchasing the bracelets go to help my mom and my mom only. I just want to make bracelets and bring awareness. She has been through alot since my father was the sole provider since she stayed home to raise 8 kids! She collects social security but I never want her to ever struggle or worry again. This is me giving back to her after everything she has ever done for me. The awareness part is the red ribbon that symbolizes heart disease. My father passed away from a heart attack and I want to bring everyone together who was ever a victim, a survivor or a family member of someone who has experienced the pain is brings. If you check out my instagram : thedayinthelifemom I will be posting updated pictures of what i expected the finished products to look like. Thank you all for being patient with me and joining me on this journey.

 

xoxo

A New Night In The Life

Today has been a very big accomplishment for our household. Kinsley slept in her crib tonight and as I write this I am checking my baby monitor to see her continuing to sleep in her crib. It wasn’t always a battle to get her in her crib though and it isn’t really her fault either. About six months ago, we were still living with my mom and a big storm happened that knocked down a power line in her backyard. In its path, it knocked down her backyard fence and pull the entire breaker box out of the side of the house. We had to leave the city said because you can’t occupy a house with no power. Until everything got resolved we first went to Brandon’s nana’s house (his dads mom) and there was only a bed for us to sleep on so Kinsley slept with us. Then we packed everything up and went to his mom’s house, which there was a crib there, but the room we were staying in the closet was full so we through all of our clothes in the crib so once again she was sleeping in our bed. Now since we have moved into our own house, Kinsley has her own room but taking a baby who has been sleeping next to you for so long and trying to make them sleep in a room and a bed by themselves is a lot easier said than done. A lot of it was my fault I take full responsibility, I just hate hearing her cry out for one of us and having her so upset, plus she’s my little snuggle bug in bed. Tonight was different though, we had friends over for a BBQ and one of our friends came with her daughter. We started talking about how Kinsley was still in our bed and not that we’re trying but how would we ever have anymore kids or alone time with a toddler in our bed? She told me I should try what they did with their daughter, so I turned on Kinsley’s baby soother and nightlight, gave her a warm bath and placed her in her crib. I knew she was tired she had spent most of the day running around our backyard playing. She cried. She cried HARD. I couldn’t do it, I picked her up. I held her for a little bit, I changed her diaper, kissed her head and put her back into her crib. She cried again. This time for only about ten minutes, and then I heard it, complete silence other than the baby soother. I checked the baby monitor and I couldn’t believe it. Kinsley was in her crib laying down on her stomach sound asleep. Now I know this is only the first night but I am very hopeful that this will stick and she will eventually lay down without fight. My advice to any mom currently struggling with co sleeping or crib training is to hang in there. People told me she would be in our bed forever if we co slept but I didn’t care for the first couple of months I wanted my baby next to me. Co sleep as long as you need mama and just know whenever you are ready to make the switch it will all be okay.

 

Did any of you mamas out there co sleep or was your child always in their crib? How long did you co sleep for? Any advice for moms trying to make the transition?

Also Kinsley is just a little short of being 15 months old and I feel like maybe she would sleep better in a toddler bed instead of a crib. When did you get rid of the crib and move to a toddler bed?

xoxo

Social Media

Good Afternoon! After posting my last blog yesterday I realized I wanted to be more than just words on a screen. I have made a instagram account that goes with these post so that you can get a visual of my day to day life! I am excited for this next step and hope you all are too! With that being said I will have a new post coming later tonight. Hope you all have a great day.

 

xoxo

Instagram : thedayinthelifemom

 

All because of Banana Pancakes

Haven’t posted anything in a while and if I am being honest, I thought I was done writing. Little life update from where we left off… I was working a seasonal job at amazon, my little family of three finally moved into our own house, my mom finally moved into a new house, it has been almost a year and a half since we lost daddy and I have new plans on school/career.

Now that we are all up to speed lets start. Thursday night I pulled up to my work, Amazon, like any other day, I worked wednesday thru Sunday, so it was my tuesday. I walked in put all my things away and walked over to clock in. About an hour or so goes by when my departments operations manager walks over to me and says that our HR needs to talk to me. I walk over to the HR office and wait at this table until they finally bring me into one of the offices, my manger is in there. They sit me down and tell me that they have over estimated how many people they were needing for Prime Week and that I was no longer needed (I was seasonal). I call B and tell him the unfortunate news and drive home. I wasn’t angry or sad, all I could think about was what was next? I now had a rent, electricity and a gas bill. On top of that we spend anywhere from $150-$250 a month on groceries. We have money in savings and after talking to B, I decided I would casually apply for a new job but also sign back up for school. I am not a “school person” so I decided a program would be better for me. I have decided to get my Real Estate License and I am actually excited and looking forward to starting my classes. Instead of looking at the negative, I am being positive. I use to work nights and by the time I would get home and settle down for bed it would be 4:30 am sometimes even 5:00 am. Having a daughter who is a little over a year old, that schedule never worked. Unfortunately, a lot of responsibility for her fell on my mom, not that she didn’t offer to help or didn’t enjoy watching her granddaughter. I always felt like as her mother though I was missing out on a lot. Now until further notice I get to be home with my daughter and I get to spend time with B when he gets off work. That’s another thing we had opposite schedules. He would be gone from 7:00 am to about 6:00 pm and I would leave for work around 6:00 pm and work from 7:00 pm to 3:30 am. By the time he got home from work I was already gone and by the time I woke up during the day he was already at work. It has only been two days since I was “fired” and I can already breathe easier. I know to most its not a big deal but this morning was something I yearned for. I set my alarm to 5:30 am (which I use to only do on my days off) got up, started my Keurig because I can’t seem to function without a cup of coffee, started a load of laundry and took towels out of the dryer and then sat down. I drank my coffee in peace and quiet. B’s alarm hadn’t gone off yet, our daughter was still sound asleep I had nothing but “me time”. After my coffee I decided I was gonna make banana pancakes like my mom use to make me. I never understood how something so simple as making pancakes would bring me so much joy but just finally having time to myself and being able to be home with my family brings me nothing but immense joy. Now as the world and my household starts to wake up I can’t help but smile thinking how I will never take the little things for granted again.

The Sherman Project

According to the American Heart Association, ” Heart Disease accounts for 1 in 7 deaths in the US”. Unfortunately, on February 19th, 2018, we suddenly lost my father to a heart attack. You never think anything bad can happen to you or your family until it does. With it having such a high mortality rate I get to be the voice my father no longer has. I want to bring awareness to others about the seriousness and infinite effects heart disease can cause. My father, Sherman, was a hard working painter who loved his family, job and dog poncho. I’m in the process of finishing up the new website “The Sherman Project” were you will be able to purchase a bracelet to help his family and by wearing the bracelet you spread awareness with the world. The bracelets are simple but hold so much meaning, a paint brush for what he did, you could find him 7 days a week working doing what he loved, painting. A red ribbon is for heart disease and all the the lost loved ones and survivors. Lastly, blue beads represents him, it is reserved, quiet and sincere, it brings peace of mind knowing he gets to paint the sky blue and forever be in our hearts. I can’t wait to share this with the world!

Xoxo always❤️

Home

 

It has definitely been a while since I last posted anything, and for that I am sorry. Being a mother has been more than I ever thought it was and with B working and being a full time student it falls on me a lot. Don’t think I am complaining I wouldn’t change my life for anything I just sometimes wish I didn’t have the thoughts I had towards B. I’m not mad I just wish he would understand that I am tired too.

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Home. People say a lot about home. Home is where the heart it. Home is where your family is. Well home for me hasn’t felt like home in a really long time. Home was where I was brought home at 3 months when my two sisters and I were adopted by our aunt and uncle. Home was where I learned to ride a bike and swim at during the summer. Home has always been the same green house with white trim and an american flag hanging proudly in front. Home was home until February 19th, 2018. For the last five or so days prior to that date my dad kept saying he had heartburn. I was almost 7 months pregnant and my brother’s girlfriend was sick. They both lived with us at the time so B and I thought it would be best if we stayed at his moms for a couple days so I didn’t get sick. When we finally came home everyone told me, “Dads not feeling well”. Well if you knew my dad you would know he doesn’t get sick. He is your average hard working man who would work 6 days a week and was in better health than anyone. Or so we thought. He went to the VA that around the 15th or 16th and the doctor told him he was fine. IT WAS JUST HEARTBURN. Jump forward to Monday February 19th, 2018. I woke up that morning and he was still in bed, which was abnormal since he woke up and normally left for work before the sun even came up. We talked briefly and I told him, “Daddy you don’t look good, please go to the hospital”. He agreed. He said he knew something was wrong and planned on going that day, but first he had to go to work so he could finish a job. He loved what he did and said he couldn’t just leave it unfinished. My brother drove him to work and I said goodbye and that I loved him. That was the last time I saw my dad coherent. That was the last time I got to hear him tell me he loved me and that he would see me later. 5 hours go by and I get the call. Everyone was meeting at the hospital and daddy wasn’t looking too good. That’s when the doctor said it. He had been having a massive heart attack for 5 days and he needed open heart surgery immediately. He never made it for them to even stabilize him. I lost my dad on February 19th, 2018. That day I also lost my best friend, my hero and my unborn child’s grandpa. Everything happened so fast I never got a chance to catch my breath because shortly after a huge fight broke out. My brother and my sister (who never has liked our brother) got into it because she blamed him for the death of our father. She said he should of drove him to the hospital not work. It got to the point where I had to call the police. B had enough. We packed our stuff and moved in with his mother. How was I suppose to leave my mom? It wasn’t even a month after he passed. I never got to grieve. As soon as we got to his mothers I was miserable. I couldn’t wait to go back home. I tried to make the best of it but all I wanted was my mom. But there was no time to talk to B because he didn’t want to go back plus our daughter was born April 28th, 2018 so I wasn’t in any condition to move or anything. After a long labor I was overjoyed to have her in our arms. We had family and friends in the hospital room the whole time we were there and it was just filled with love and excitement. Then we came home and it hit me again. I was miserable. I was a first time mom recovering from a c section and instead of having the help from my mom, I had his mom. Now don’t get me wrong I appreciate all his mother did for me but I just feel like its not the same. A month after she was born we all got into a fight and ended back at my moms, all three of us. Now B’s grandma is tearing her whole house upside down to make space for us to go to her house because there we would have two rooms instead of sharing with our daughter. Except now I don’t know. All those feelings are coming back and I don’t know how to tell B because we always fight because he doesn’t want to be here but I can’t let go. It’s the only piece of my dad I have left is being in this house. This is where I have 21 years of memories and I am so stressed out because it is hurting our relationship. I just wish someone could tell me what to do because my heart is telling me to stay but my head knows ideally two rooms would be better than one.

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