The Everyday Life of a “Super Mom” :

        

I like to start my Super Days off with a nice latte, a little yoga and some time in the books (i.e. my planners because what is life without organization?!) After I have some quality “me” time, I wake my little angels up with kisses and a home-cooked breakfast. Next, I clean my house – in the same routine, everyday, so the house is completely spotless and my laundry is always clean/put away. After dressing my girls and fixing their hair, I use my spare time to pose them for sweet pictures that I share on Facebook (so everyone can see how together our lives are!) Then, I focus on wife-ing and making sure my husband doesn’t have to lift a finger around the house… all while running a small business out of our home!

Okay, okay, okay. 


First of all… NO, just no. None of that is accurate.. I’m NOT super mom nor am I super wife – but I AM super tired, stressed, drained, sore, and well… cool. I am super, duper cool. Wanna know what makes me sooo cool? I don’t try to be Super Mom! And, I don’t try to make anyone think I’m super anything. I’m just ME. 


Whether I’m tired, stressed or skipping with joy, you will always get the same Lyndsey out of me. Example: I will pop, lock, & drop it at the drop of a dime because I’m always ready to showcase my dance skills. I will also cut you up with my tongue in a second (if you push me to it!) because I’m bad to the bone. And, I will ALWAYS greet you with a smile because I believe in first impressions. 


Yes, my life has drastically changed over the last 12 months and I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t changed me. 


I realize a lot of people that know me think I’m something more than I am (in my opinion) and I’ve been left wanting to address that idea. When it comes to me being a “Super Mom” all I can say is… I wish! I wish I could always be the best mom/wife/home keeper. I wish I could do it all and take all the credit.

 

But the reality is… I’m lucky to have all three of my girls in shirts – let alone fully clothed! Getting the divas styled from head-to-toe is a seldom occurrence. And as for “me” time?! Is that even a thing ? I don’t know about you other moms out there but “me time” comes maybe once-a-month when my husband pushes my stressed butt out the door and tells me to go get a shake (because Herbalife is a MAJOR pick me up) and to buy some new sweat pants. 


I could not do a fraction of what I do if I didn’t have my husband, Grant. He is the House Chef, he gives baths/changes diapers/throws all the toys laying on the floor into trash bags before I get home (so it always looks clean when I walk in)…and even when I find the hidden trash bags weeks later, I’m still appreciative that he did whatever he could to make my day a little less stressful. Thank you, Grant.


No, my life isn’t a blissful walk in the park. Having a family of FIVE comes with a bus-load of up’s & down’s… and an equal amount of laundry. I can’t do it all; there’s always a new mess to be cleaned or a boo-boo to be kissed. 


Maybe my only real Super Power is that I strive to do life and this “mom” thing with a smile. The days I can laugh along with my family – while the messes are being made – are the are the days that I strive for.  ❤

•Today was one of those days, I managed to laugh through the purging of this mess I walked into 😳 


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Introducing Lyndsey Rae Taylor // The stay-at-home boss babe, fashion enthusiast and creator of the Taylor Tribe

IMG_0879.JPGSo, 2017 is here. Day #4: I haven’t worked out even once, I’ve cussed (a little) and I’m planning on eating a double cheese burger… later. New Year: Same Exact Me. 

Now, I won’t lie… I have high hopes for 2017. I have goals! One of them is THIS – my blog. I want to share my glamorously flawless life and family. Ha! Right; but I’m doing this selfishly to showcase the reality of myself, my life and my family. I think we are all pretty dope and I am hoping you will enjoy getting to know us, too! I’m 26 and I have T H R E E daughters. Yes, you read that right. Three. On top of living with 3 miniature divas, I have quite possibly the FUNNIEST husband to help me do the job! I can confidently say that life is genuinely great.

But – as a young stay at home mom – it didn’t take too long to lose my sanity.

No nights out. No social life. No brunch dates or girls nights. I was a complete hermit. (Note: Living 30 miles into the woods doesn’t help much, either.) So, I did what anyone my age would do. I turned to Facebook, Instagram and Pinterest to “get away” throughout the day.  Sad, huh? I mean, I’m 26 for crying out loud! I should be uploading selfies everyday with my makeup on fleek and out at the clubs gettin’ jiggy with it! But nah, I didn’t even desire that life anymore. I devoted myself entirely to being a wife and a mom.

For someone who used to say they’d never have kids… I really surprised myself when I became a mother. Everything changed. 

I fell IN LOVE with staying home and teaching the ABC’s, always having the laundry done and the floors clean (this was with just 1 and 2 kids – NOT 3! My laundry is NEVER done now. Ever.) I even fell in love with the solidarity of country life. I grew and learned and gained so much wisdom in the first couple years of staying at home. My morals changed. My outlook broadened. My circle shrank.

As fate would have it – right at the peak of my blissful stay at home life – I got pregnant. Again. Only NINE months after having our 2nd daughter (Alayna-Mae). With that third pregnancy came depression. Everything shifted. Stress poured onto me.. onto us. My husband was trying to get through college, on top of preparing for another baby, which generated another major stress. We fought. I was terribly sick with this pregnancy so I was unable to care for our house and family the way I normally did. So, my husband did it all. I mean EVERYTHING from baths to diapers, bottles to meals, and nap-time to play-time. He let me wallow in my sorrows, all while holding up my end at home and attending classes.

Finally, Baby Number 3 (Emerey-Vae) made her appearance. This was my 3rd repeat MAJOR surgery in 4 years. Surprisingly (and thankfully) my depression left the second I laid eyes on my husband holding our littlest angel. Like magic. I had found even more purpose and drive to become a successful, accomplished – yet obviously, stylish – woman/wife/mother.

So… 7 months after Baby E was born, I went out on a limb. I took my “crafting” to the next level. I have allllllllways always ALWAYS dreamed of owning my own boutique, so I decided to get a start on building my empire! I bought some equipment and started slangin’ shirts. Almost a year later and here we are. I’m running my at-home business out of a lovely (literally the CUTEST) basement work-space. I have grown so much faster than I anticipated and it has really opened my eyes to the opportunity that is in front of me.

My passion for a dream has driven me to where I stand today. My hopes and goals for this year all stem from what I learned about myself last year. And I can’t wait to see what life is like 361 days from now!

Follow me this year on my journey as a Stay-at-Home Boss Babe. And friends, I have BIG plans this year… so please don’t miss out! 😉

Yours Truly,

Lyndsey Rae Taylor