January 30, 2012


So this post finds me incredibly bitter!! I can hardly stand to type this post. I by accident discovered that my blogs title name is no longer my own. My blogs title/name was once Simple Kind of Life but now it belongs to someone else. I had like I stated earlier no idea until I decided to show my friend my blog from her computer. Imagine my surprise when I am directed to this other persons blog!!
I have told people for years my blog name, have it in my social media profiles as my own, all the while I am directing traffic to someone else's blog!!
What is equally upsetting is that her blog speaks of sexual encounters. Oh the embarrassment in people believing I am the author of this blog.
I was so horrified by the discovery of no longer owning the name Simple Kind of Life that I hurried to think of a new name to register to my blog.
The only thing I could think of was Butterflies in Mason Jars. What on earth that has to do with my life I am certain I don't know.
Blogger was of no help to me to recover my name so Butterflies in Mason Jars it is... For now.

January 9, 2012

Oh Well...

My children have me in tears today. They have been on vacation from school for 3 weeks. What has me in tears is the frustration of asking/telling these kids to clean up their rooms or any other minuet chore. Honestly I don't ask them to do very much. They say "yes mom" and don't do it. I continue to ask until I am enraged by them ignoring what I've continually asked them to do.
I don't want to be the angry mom all the time. They do something as simple a brushing their teeth and then either sit down to watch television like I've completed everything you've asked or ask to play video games.
I say did you brush your hair? Did you make your bed? Did you put your clothes in the dirty laundry? The answer is always the same NO!
When do children start to think for themselves? My kids can remember the routine at school but not at home?
I want to be so badly one of those oh we'll mothers.
Kids rooms a mess, oh well.
Playrooms a mess, oh well.
Dishes are stacked to the ceiling, oh well.
House isn't vacuumed, oh well.
I just want a little help around here not only from my kids but my husband but all I seem to get is oh well.