You Might Be A Feminist If....

Okay, so this is probably going to piss a lot of people off but I keep having the same concerning conversation with highly educated women and men. Women and men that I respect, about how they are, IN FACT, feminists even though they claim that they are not.

I know. I'm a terrible person because you really shouldn't tell someone they are something when they say they aren't but what they mean is that they aren't a third wave feminist.  I know this really all boils down to vernaculars but, guys, it's IMPORTANT. FEMINISM IS IMPORTANT.

But first, a word about myself.

I'm not a third -wave feminist. I'm a stay at home mom, Christian who respects her husband and loves Jesus.

AND I'M A FEMINIST.

And, I'm betting by most definitions, you are too. So I wrote a brief quiz you can take to see if you are one. If you are a woman, simply decide if you did or have ever done any of the following things and if you are okay with them being done. If you are a man, simply ask yourself if you would be okay with your wife/mother/sister/daughter/grandmother/friend/acquaintances doing these things.

1. You chose what you wanted you wear today.
2. You decided to wear makeup today.
3. You decided what or if you were going to wear undergarments today.
4. You voted in the last election if you legally could.
5. You chose who to marry.
6. You chose how many children to have or not have.
7. You chose to have sex.
8. You chose not to have sex.
9. You chose to engage in a conversation.
10. You chose not to engage in a conversation.
11. You chose to go to school.
12. You chose no to go to school.
13. You chose to go to the work place that you applied for. 
14. You chose to spend the money that you earned without asking a male relative or official. 
15. You chose to voice and opinion or not. 

If you did or were okay with any of these, guess what? Yep, you're a feminist. 

But guess, what that's totally fine because here's the bare-bones definition of feminism "the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes" That doesn't sound so bad right? Nope, not so bad at all. So calm down. 

Walmart Winter Beauty Box

Questions that might be running through you head right now answered by yours truly:

Whhhhatt? Walmart has a beauty box subscription? Yep.

Since when? I don't know. But I got it in the mail so it's a thing and I reviewed it for you. You're welcome.

How much is it? $5.

 Does it rock? Kinda.

If you want to know more about the Walmart Beauty box click here

March Birchbox unboxing

It's my favorite time of the month! That's right, unboxing time!!!!!!!

Except I'm sick and so you get to see me a)make-up free and b) in my pjs and c) in bed. This is me in my natural state, runny nose and all.

Anyway, here's the video:

If you want to subscribe to Birchbox and try it for yourself click here

My Birchbox finally came!!

Hello lovely (and handsome) readers!

Okay, So I really wanted to try Birchbox this month (mostly so I could compare it to the Ipsy subscription that I've been getting for year and some change) and IT FINALLY CAME! Talk about gooood timing! I didn't want to wait to do a unboxing video because I'm incredibly impatient but since it showed up right before nap time I didn't have to!

Her'e a video of me opening it! Enjoy.

Get you're own Birchbox here. Also, here's a list of what I got if you're interested! 

No More Sick Days in the Trenches

This Real Motherhood Moment is brought to you by water proof mascara, yoga pants and grumpy babies. 

Well, I'm in the trenches today. Combine a sick baby, a sick momma, PMS and sudden wave of generalized anxiety and you get the above picture. Imagine it as a little snapshot of my day, which has kinda sucked. 

I'm not going to lie; today is not a sunshine-and-roses, I'll-laugh-about-it-later, keep-calm-and-carry-on kinda day. It's a heavy, deep-dark, soul stretching, spirit draining, Jesus-be-my-strength kinda day. To be totally honest, sometimes motherhood feels like a cage that I can't escape. I love my son, fiercely. There aren't words that could adequately capture how precious a gift he is to me. Or how thankful I am that he crashed into our family and sent my life on a different trajectory than I had expected.  But sometimes the sheer weight of someone needing me every moment is so suffocating. Sometimes I sigh and imagine the career I was about to launch. 

Lately I've found myself waking up and longing for those good old college days.  Normally this is while I'm making a bottle at 5am. Those sweet, wonderful, college days where I only had to take care of me, myself and I. Where I pursued nothing but education and relationships and God. Where anything and everything was seemingly possible. Where I could stay in bed if I was sick and turn off my phone and binge watch The Office on my parent's Netflix account. 

Nostalgia, I've decided, is a fickle drug. 

How easily do I forget how difficult those days were, when I selfishly only cared about me, myself and I. How can I long for the days during which I almost threw away my relationship with Josh and, more importantly, God.  Those four years were some of the darkest of my life. I could stay in bed, sure, but how can I forget how often it seemed impossible to get out of that bed. I was in the middle of some pretty serious bouts of anxiety and depression. And I was on the threshold of treating a physical illness I had lived with, unwittingly, my whole life. An illness that would only, miraculously, be healed by giving birth to my son.

Nostalgia makes light of the past and skips over the pain of it. The truth is we all have days in the trenches, that doesn't change. God gives us the strength to fight the darkness at whatever stage of life we're in. 

When I think about it with a clear mind. I wouldn't trade the struggles of today for the struggles of yesterday. The joys of today are far better, far richer, than the joys of the past. Today is difficult, but it. Is. Worth. It. 

So, if there are some other mommas, students, wives, husbands, friends out there that are having a bad day, I totally feel you. I'll pray for you and you pray for me. I found that prayer and love is all that you really can hold onto when you're in the trenches. 

Ipsy Glam Bag Review

Hey Guys! Here's my first ever, totally low-quality, video review of the Ipsy Glam Bag. Please excuse my light falling over mid-way. In retrospect, I shouldn't have balanced it on my make-up brushes.....Somewhere Husband Josh just died a little bit (he's a videographer).  I'm totally posting this before Husband Josh can come home and start lecturing me about the RULE OF THIRDS or something like that. Enjoy!

Here's the link to get you're very own Ipsy Glam Bag every month! 

P.S. I'm totally unaffiliated with them. Just a fan. 

Security!

So, somone suggested I remove my son's name from this site to protect his identity from my readers. At first I was all, "I'm pretty sure my mom knows his name." But, upon having a few HUNDRED people read my last blog post I'm going to do it. It kinda freaked me out knowing that many people read my blog. Also, spellcheck. It's happening and it's gonna be big. 

So, if you see some posts have been edited that's why. Also, I'm going to still refer to Husband Josh as Husband Josh because he's an adult. My son will now be referred to as Tiny Dictator, or Baby Bear from here on out. 

That's all! Happy Wednesday!!