Momma Shaming

Okay, let’s just bring this up, and it’ll probably be my week-long blogging.

Why do moms shame each other? If you think about it, there’s not one thing moms will all agree on. Think about it. Earrings? Breast or bottle? Cover or not?

Do you think you and someone else had the same answers? Probably not. Why can’t we, as humans and as mothers, work together, pull each other up, and help each other? Yes, informing is good, but calling people names, saying they don’t deserve to be parents, or anything of this sort is just uncalled for. Why do we think this is okay?

I don’t understand mommy-shaming, much like a lot of other things. It’s our job to change how we treat each other.



I know this looks bad. Don’t let it, I am not missing. Just the title of the post.

This time of the year, I feel like a huge piece of me is missing, which is all back from where I moved. When I moved to be with Big Chewy, it was a spur of the moment. I had two weeks to pack up my stuff, my sons stuff, grab my 2-year-old, and leave. The thing is I left and plan to never look back, as hard as that might be. Not that I am against my family, but I could never willingly move back when I know my son and I are possibly not safe, not to mention the huge drug epidemic home now has.

I miss a lot of people, because we had a lot of traditions. We used to have the peppermint pig, we use to do finding the pickle, too. That one was always fun. My plans this year is to at least incorporate the peppermint pig. Who doesn’t want to smash a yummy pig into little bits? It was always the highlight of our Christmas.

Actually, there was also the 7 fishes. That dates waaay back to when to Roman Catholics didn’t eat meat near Christmas time, so they had the Feast of Seven Fishes. I can say we definitely don’t do that, we just happen to be one of those Italian families that have incorporated it into our life. I remember one year my grandmother didn’t want to cook (though the running joke is she really can’t, but she can if she tries) she decided instead of another fish, since they brought 3, they also brought Swedish Fish. For us, that was good enough and counted as such.

I just wish I could go home for a holiday. I don’t get to see my brother, my mom or dad, or my grandparents, or my uncle with whom I grew up with, and now he’s raising his own look-a-like. The holidays were always big, and sometimes here I feel out of place, and it hurts. No one here seems to (want) to understand, since Baby Chewy was too little, Big Chewy has his mom who lives with us, and they have his aunt and all her kids.

I wish it was safe for us to go, but its not. That’s the thing I really wish, but I don’t know when It will happen. It sucks when I have grown up there, have friends there, have livelihood there. Here, I had to change my entire personality to be in a hippie town where you could probably literally see smoke from. (That is kind of an inside joke for anyone who is wondering.)

Well, there is my first emotional piece. Wish people warned you that growing up isn’t the best thing in the world like us kids think it is.

It sucks.

What to Expect for Blogmas

If I haven’t said it enough, Blogmas has started, indeed. I have a couple decent ideas, but they are subjected to change.

My goal is of course blogging every day (given) but I am also starting to be able to open up, so you might be seeing more personal things from me. Not that I can say anyone would or wouldn’t be interested in that, but it’s worth a try.


The winter season is upon us, and it has finally become unbearable.

Yesterday I went to help my aunt with her shed, we also blessed some moms that needed help. Two with a tree, one with a bed, and one for something else I couldn’t remember. Whatever it was, it meant something to all of the moms, and I am so glad we were able to help.

However, yesterday ALL DAY it did nothing but pour. It wasn’t too bad, but it was bad enough where I was soaked from head to toe, but the end of the 6 hours we spent going through this pod, I was basically a sloshing puddle of water and mud.

Today I wore a dress because I was interviewing and observing in a class, and it feels much, much worse than yesterday. I feel like it’s colder, more dreary. Thank God I don’t have to wake up and go out this morning. Baby Chewy can just come cuddle me and that will be our morning. Only two more weeks until his schools out, exactly a week until mine is out. Just gotta take it day by day.

Did I mention I am from Florida? Floridians don’t do winter. Sometimes I wonder why I moved to what seems like one of the coldest, rainiest places in the U.S.

Plus Size Winter Dresses

Looking for plus sized modest looks?? Look no further. Here’s a list of some gorgeous dresses I liked, and maybe you will too!




This dress you can find on:

It is: $20.96 (40% off)

It comes in sizes: XL-5X




You can find this on:

It is: $17.13

It comes in: 3X-6x



You can find this on:

It is: $56.17

It comes in: Size 6, you might be able to find sizes 1-5 in store.




You can find this on:

It is: 29.00

It comes in: Sizes XL and 3X, though they may have more soon.


I hope you guys liked this. These dresses are too super cute, and I tried to locate ones that would be wallet friendly. Although the one from Torrid isn’t really, I love their clothing because of what awesome materials they have. I have never had a problem with their clothes.

Why I Love Christmas

Christmas gets a bad wrap sometimes. (Pun intended) It might be because it gets earlier and earlier, and people are noticing. Of course, there’s a reason for this. That, however, is for another blog post if people are interested.

I love Christmas, and 100% involved in the terror that is pretending Thanksgiving almost doesn’t exist. This year I attempted to put up decorations before Halloween, and Halloween is another one of my favorite holidays.

Personally, Christmas is just one of those seasons. Like, it’s not just a holiday. It’s an entire season when you usually see the best come out of those you may avoid the rest of the year because it’s something about the season that changes people. I have no clue what it does, but it does it right.

I also love this time as a mother because we get to get our children to bless others with toys they don’t play with or are getting too old for now. This helps show our children what we call the “Christmas spirit” although it’s really Jesus’ spirit, and as our children get older, they will know this better.

It’s  just a happy time. Enjoy it.

Christmas List of a Momma

Do you ever get asked what you want for Christmas? It might be the most wracking question for a parent. The mature side of you wants to say “nothing”, but then the less mature portion might have a huge list of items.

Partly a joke, partly true, here is a mommas Wish List:

-Bills paid

-Monetary Stability

-Paid Spa Treatment

-An hour alone. Not even a whole day.

-Breakfast in bed

-Movie day

-Date night


-Dinner made

-An hour to do whatever they want for enjoyment


What else would you want to put on this list?