Welcome Back & a Podcast!

Hello friends! I’m sorry it has been so long since my last post. I’m looking forward to diving back into to regular posting here at Tickled Peach!

To kick off this month’s content, I wanted to share a recent interview that I did over at Me Being Crafty. Tess is a good friend of mine from my submarine wife days. It was so fun to do this interview – there’s lots of laughter and memories, but I also touched on my recent struggles with depression and anxiety (the main reason for my recent absence, which I’ll be discussing in length a little later). I talk about my attempt to find balance and creative time in my life, and my holiday decorating, party planning, and crafting with my children.

My interview is actually available as a podcast on iTunes HERE (free!) or you can access Me Being Crafty directly and download or listen on the website.

Please visit Me Being Crafty and take a look around. Tess is a phenomenally talented quilter and sewer. She’s currently living in France and her blog is dedicated to the creative journey of crafting. Find Me Being Crafty on Stitcher HERE.

I’m so excited about the blog post I have coming up this month. Take a look at what you can look forward to in December:

  • Advent Calendars and Activities for Preschoolers
  • Elf on the Shelf Ideas for the Lazy Parent
  • Christmas Decor
  • Christmas recipes
  • The Kindness Project for Young Children

I hope you’ll follow along! Thank you for reading!

#tpconfessions

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I’m posting #tpconfessions a day early this week because tomorrow I have an awesome giveaway for you! Get excited!

Be sure to play along on social media with the hashtag #tpconfessions.

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I feel like all I do, all day every day is clean up after people. I literally pick up messes all day long. Cooper’s messes. My husband’s clothes. Sullivan’s path of destruction throughout the house. My dogs’ poop (they have reached the unfortunate age where they are loosing bladder control).

Scratch that – in addition to clean figurative messes, I clean up literal messes. Messes as in poop. Dog poop. Dirty diapers.

And messes as in pee. Tell me, is there ever a time when boys learn to pee in the toilet and not around the toilet?

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I’ve been selling some stuff on our local Online Yard Sale Facebook page, and I swear, people can be infuriating. First there are the people who say they want to buy something, and then they never contact you back. There are also the people who say they want to buy something, you message them to set something up, and then they respond with something like “oh my husband doesn’t think that I should buy that!” FOR THE LOVE. This week I posted a baby activity center and a woman asked me if I would take $35 instead of $40. Sure, I said. Then, as I’m driving to meet her, and messages me and said “I only have $32 cash. I hope that’s ok!”

Well, no. No, it isn’t ok, but I guess I’ll take it since I’m already halfway to meet you and otherwise I’d be wasting my gas.

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Jason and I are suffering from severe Game of Thrones withdrawal. Did you know it doesn’t come back until APRIL? Now you can be in withdrawal, too.

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Happy Thursday, friends! Come back tomorrow for a fun giveaway!

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TGIFriday, and that means it is time for #tpconfessions!

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Let’s get it started!

This week Cooper has been on vacation with my parents. I initially thought it would be a super easy week, but not so much. Someone is teething, and his favorite activity is screaming, chewing on inappropriate things, and doing this fun half whine/half cry every.single.waking.moment.

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I confess my week has looked something like this:

Get up. Leisurely drink coffee over the span of an hour. Just kidding – I have 5 minutes to gulp down my piping hot coffee while I have distracted the baby with puffs. Drag the baby from certain death no less than 548 times before his first nap. Clean up the drink he knocked off the side table. Clean up the coffee he knocked off the coffee table while I was cleaning up the first drink. Briefly contemplate whether it would be wrong to have a drink at 10am.

Put baby down for his nap. Crawl into bed because I’m exhausted from getting up 3x with said baby the night before. Right as my eyelids get heavy, jump out of bed because someone does not feel like napping today.

Repeat paragraph #1. Try to eat lunch. Heat lunch up 2 times because every time I sit down to eat, I must clean something up, remove something from someone’s mouth, or rescue the dog from the baby.

Nap time. Pray to Jesus that this nap lasts longer than 15 minutes. Briefly think about cleaning up or showering, but decide my time would be better spent sleeping.

Baby is awake. Play a rousing game of “don’t eat the dog food!” until Dad gets home. Hand baby to Dad and attempt to go take a shower. Get into a fight with Dad because he’s “so tired and I had a hard day.” Argue about who’s day was hardest. I win, only because said baby provides proof of my bad day by screaming and knocking over a picture frame while his Dad and I are bickering.

Put baby to bed. Think briefly about making a nutritious dinner. Instead make sandwiches and sit in the same spot on the couch for the next 2.5 hours. Stumble to bed and sleep not like my baby, who wakes up 3x during the night.

Anyone want to babysit? Any takers?

What do you have to confess this week?

#tpc

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It’s time for #tpc, y’all! This is our 7th week, can you believe it? I feel like it has been forever since I’ve gotten some confessions off my chest. Let’s get started!

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A few weeks back, I was taking off my makeup in the bathroom. Cooper asked me where one of his toys was, and I told him to ask his dad. He said “I bet it is at Great Will.” Huh? “Who’s Great Will?” I asked. Cooper replied “you know, the place you take my toys when you get tired of them.”

Hahahahahaha.

I laugh because it is true.

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Jason isn’t a big TV watcher. He is one of those people who likes to have the TV on all.the.time as background noise, but he doesn’t have a big list of shows he is dedicated to watching. The minute he walks into the door, he turns on Fox News and it is on until I finally lose it and demand he either change the channel or turn it off.

Don’t get me wrong – Fox News is my preferred news channel, but *gasp* I really don’t want to listen to the news. I do stay informed (mainly through Jason, who wants to talk current events 24/7) but I just find it all very depressing. I suffer from major anxiety and if I was to sit and listen to the news all day I’d never sleep. When I was working, I figured (as a social worker) that I saw and heard enough bad things throughout the day – I just really didn’t need to hear more when I came home.

I know some of you are appalled by that. I get it. It isn’t that I am ignorant or that I am uninformed – like I said, I know the gist of what’s current news, but I just don’t feel the need to inundate myself with what’s wrong in the world. For me, it stresses me out and causes me to worry.

I’ve gotten super off track. The point of this was to say that Jason’s favorite show is The O’Reilly Factor. Cooper and I do not share his enthusiasm. In fact, when Cooper hears the credits for the show, he scream “OH NO! Not the O’Reilly Factor! Me and my mom don’t like that show!”

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Can we talk about how I hate background noise? Really, I hate noise of any kind. I don’t like to have the TV on unless I’m watching a show. I don’t listen to the radio in the car. The only time I listen to music is when I’m working out or I’m cleaning. My kids talk, scream, or cry all.day.long and I just cannot have anything extra contributing to the noise level. Not to mention my husband starts talking the minute he walks in the door and doesn’t stop until he goes to bed. Silence really is golden to me!

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Is it weird that I don’t listen to the radio when I’m in the car? Cooper does ask to listen to his CDs (Frozen soundtrack or Veggie Tales) but when I’m alone it is complete silence. And it is lovely.

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What do you have to confess this week?

#tpconfessions, week 6!

It’s time for #tpconfessions, week 6!

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Am I the only one that is fascinated by infomercials? I mean, all it takes is an appearance by Richard Karn and I’m hooked. I recently fell victim to the lures of the Pocket Hose. FYI, it absolutely DOES leak. However, it is so light weight and easy to move that I put up with the leaking.

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Two weeks ago I drove to Aiken to visit my mom at the law firm where she works. The runner (someone who does errands for the paralegals and lawyers) was a friendly young man who took up some time with Cooper while I visited. As we were leaving, my mom said “Andrea, this is James’s oldest son” and I almost fell out in the floor. I was a teenager myself when I babysat this young man! Who is now in college!

Nothing like seeing a child all grown up to make you realize how old you truly are.

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On a related note, am I the only one who thinks of themselves as younger than you actually are? Most days I think college was just a few short years ago (and for the record, I graduated college in 200112 years ago). Woof. A song will pop up on my iPhone and I’m all like “this is my jam!” and then I’ll realize the BareNaked Ladies were popular in 1999 and I’m pretty sure one of the members is now in jail.

Also who says “that’s my jam!”? Someone who is old, that’s who.

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For yet more proof that I am A) old and B) uncool I present to you this evidence:

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I’m naturally a brunette. My hair is very dark brown. I’ve been coloring my hair since I was in high school… at first it was because I like change, and now it is a necessity to cover grey. One color I’ve never done is blonde, but I’m headed that way because my grey is OUT OF CONTROL. Literally 3 weeks after I color the grey around my hairline starts to take over my hair. UGH. One day I will embrace the grey but until then I’ll color. I’m going to slowly go lighter in hopes of being able to cover the grey and get more time between coloring.

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Also? Further evidence I am A) old and B) uncool:

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On a rare date night, where did the husband and I choose to go? Carrabbas, the Dollar Store, and Publix. I’m pretty sure mall walking and scooters are in our near future.

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What do you have to confess today?

#tpconfessions, week 5!

It’s Friday and you know what that means? It is time for #tpconfessions, week 5! Come on, friends, play along! I want to hear your confessions, too. Leave a comment here or on our Facebook page. Play along on social media by using the hashtag #tpconfessions. I can’t wait to hear what you’ve got to say!

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This week is a special Father’s Day edition of #tpconfessions. I asked my husband to spill the dirt on me – what irks him, what drives him crazy, what makes him mad at me. He’s got some doozies for you!

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In our kitchen, we converted one of our cabinets to have pull out trash cans. There are two trash cans in the cabinet, and both come out when you pull on the handle. Andrea will take both bags of trash out, but she’ll only put one trash bag in the bin – she leaves the other empty. What’s up with that? It drives me insane.

In my defense, my reasoning for doing this is to make myself take the trash out more often. Tiny baby = smelly diapers. I put one bag in to remind myself to take the trash out daily.

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Every single night Andrea waits until I put my pajamas on and get settled in the bed – and then she asks me to go downstairs and get her a glass of water. Or her Kindle. Or a snack. She asks for something, every single night.

I don’t do this every single night. But I do cop to doing it most nights.

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Andrea never fills her car up with gas. Conveniently, she always needs gas when I’m driving her car.

Hey now! Right back at you! It drives me insane when you drive my car and when I get in it the next morning the gas light is on. Don’t drive my car and not fill it up!

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Andrea puts on deodorant like a monkey.

Ha! I do! I use my right hand to do my left armpit, but my right armpit I just bend my right hand down and apply.

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Andrea leaves the kitchen cabinets open. At least one cabinet is open in our kitchen at all times.

Ok, I’ve got a story behind this one…

When I was in graduate school at the College of Charleston, I worked as a Residence Hall Director in Berry Residence Hall. The building was historic, and rumor has it that it once housed an orphanage. Apparently in the 1800s there was a fire and many children died. Berry has always been rumored to be haunted. I worked in a different dorm the year before, and my coworker who lived there always talked about her residents complaining about their lights turning on and off, radios turning on unexpectedly, doors slamming, etc. I never believed any of it.

Until I moved in…

I was there just a few weeks when I started noticing weird happenings. I’d wake up in the morning and my cabinets would be open when I knew they were shut the night before. This happened almost nightly. I wasn’t thrilled about it but it seemed kind of harmless so I just prayed to Jesus every night and let it go.

One night I woke up in the middle of the night. My room was freezing cold and I KNEW, I just knew that if I turned over I would see someone standing to the side of my bed. I mean I have never been so certain of anything in my life. So I did what any logical person would do – I shut my eyes and prayed for the ghost to leave. About 10 minutes later, the feeling went away and the temperature returned to normal, and I turned over. There was nothing there, but my door was open – and I had shut it before I went to bed.

THEN…

During Christmas break, my co-RHD and I continued to live in the building. All the students were of course gone home and we were the only ones in residence. On Friday night we were both in our apartments (separately – they were located across the hall from one another) when we heard noises on the floor above us. We both ran out of our apartments at the same time and screamed “did you hear that?!” Doors were slamming on the floor above us – we could hear them opening and shutting one right after another as if someone was going down the hall in a row. Then we heard footsteps running in the hallway. Let me tell you – I’ve never been so scared in my life. I no joke peed my pants. I was so scared I peed my pants. I’m admitting on the Internet that I peed my pants. We huddled in the entrance in abject terror while we waited on Public Safety to arrive. They searched the entire building and found no one.

After that I had a come to Jesus conversation with the ghosts. I felt ridiculous, but I went into my apartment, lit some candles, and informed the ghosts that they could not continue their shenanigans. Haunt the girls who gave me grief about confiscating their alcohol, but leave me alone. From that point on I prayed every night not to see a ghost, and while my cabinets continued to open, I never did hear or see anything ever again. Thank goodness.

Anywhoodle, I think I leave the cabinets open unconsciously. I mean, if I do it a ghost can’t, right?

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What are your confession this week?

#tpconfessions, week 4!

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It’s Friday, and that means it is time for another round of #tpconfessions! Can you believe we are already on week 4?

I’m doing something different this week – I’m confessing my pet peeves! I have many.

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I cannot stand when you go through a drive through and the cashier hands you your beverage with drink all over the side. I’d prefer my coke to be on the inside of the cup and not the outside, mmmkay? Seriously, is it that much work to just wipe the cup down before you hand it away?

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My husband is incapable of loading the dishwasher. The dishwasher can be completely empty and the sink perfectly clean, but he will still lay dirty dishes in the sink instead of putting them in the dishwasher. When he does load the dishwasher, he puts three things in it (i.e. lays a plate ON TOP of the bottom rack) and says it is full.

Listen, two things I can do are pack a trunk and fill the dishwasher. That sucker is completely full when I run it. Tetris was a valuable life skill after all.

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It annoys me when you are driving and you hear someone honk behind you and you aren’t sure why. Are they honking at me? What did I do? Is my tire flat? Is there a drink on top of the car? WHO HONKED AT ME AND WHY?

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I have a special talent for picking my seat in church. It does not matter where I sit in the sanctuary – a little old lady who wants to practice her opera will sit behind me and will praise the Lord (loudly). Let everyone who has breath praise the Lord, right? Sing it loud and sing it proud.

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I love Chick-Fil-A. (CFA, for those of you in the know.) Love. I go there at least once a week. Good food, good service, and entertainment for my kids – what more could I ask for? My tiniest complaint is that I feel rushed when I go through the drive through. I feel like they literally throw my food at me when I get to the window. Go away, lady, you’re ruining our record of serving 545 people in the drive through at lunch time!

What do you have to confess this week?

#tpconfessions, week 3!

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Happy Friday! Thank goodness it is the weekend, amIright? Do you have any special Memorial Day plans? It will be a low key weekend for us but I am looking forward to getting my grays did by my lovely hair stylist on Saturday!

Let’s get started!

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My husband and I bought a gigantic wooden playset from Costco oh, what? A month ago? Six weeks ago? My neighbors could probably answer that. My husband promptly took it out of its many boxes, spread it all over the backyard, and left it there. In his defense he’s been working long hours and every time he’s home long enough to work on it the weather has been terrible. Fingers crossed we make some real progress this weekend!

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I’ve had a rough two weeks. Rough. From receiving some stressful news to dealing with an out of control preschooler, I have been at my wit’s end more than I’d like to admit. I made a big batch of peach sangria Monday and it has been soothing my nerves every night since.

The husband approved of the sangria, as you can see from his photobomb.

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My name is Andrea, and my child’s pack and play currently holds our clean laundry.

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What do you need to confess this week?

#tpconfessions, week 2

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Time for round two of #tpconfessions! Did you play along last week? You can leave your confession in the comments, write a blog post and leave the link in the comments, or use the hashtag on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter. Let’s get started!

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#momfail. Last week I was trying to get some cleaning done, so I stuck my 8 month old in the bouncy seat that we haven’t used since he was 2 months old. I turned on Baby Einstein in hopes that it would buy me the time to vacuum. When I turned around just a few seconds later, he was upside down on the bed, hanging by the belt that secures the baby into the bouncer. #parentingwin

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Remember my hair confession last week? I got a blow out on Saturday and I haven’t washed my hair yet (I’m writing this on Thursday). I know.

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Do you do the mommy sway? I do. I bet you do, too. I do it even when I’m not holding my baby. When I’m standing still, I find myself unconsciously swaying back and forth as if I’m trying to rock a baby. I do it when I’m having conversations with my friends. I do it when I am standing to sing in church. I do it when I’m blow drying my hair. The mommy sway – it’s a real thing,  y’all.

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Am I the only one that sweats like a pig when trying to get out of the door on time? This is especially true when I am running around getting ready for doctors appointments, church, or school. I spend tons of time putting on makeup and straightening my hair, and by the time I get everyone else dressed and ready to go I look like I’ve ran 5 miles. Well, I look like I imagine I would look if I ran. Which I do not. Unless someone is chasing me. Even then I’d only run if I thought I stood a chance of getting away.

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What are your confessions this week?

P.S. My Cinco de Mayo decorations are totally still up. I did make tacos this week, so I told myself we were having a fiesta.

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It’s time for some Friday confessions! This will be a weekly feature here on Tickled Peach, and I’d love it if you played along. Leave a comment, write a blog post and link up in the comment section, or play along on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter with the hashtag #tpconfessions @tickledpblog.

I confess:

Every day when I wake up, I think really hard about if I want to wash my hair that day. The answer is usually no. I go a disgusting amount of time without washing my hair. As I write this, I’m on day five, and it does not look good. Oh well… isn’t that what dry shampoo is for?

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IMG_9007I love to put up seasonal and holiday decorations, but I hate to take it down. Loathe. Despise. My Easter decor just came down this week. It would still be representing if I didn’t need to change the table out for Cinco de Mayo.

And my Cinco de Mayo decorations will be up until Memorial Day, FYI.

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I hate the Imagination Movers. Almost as much as I hate Ruby of Max and Ruby. (Yes, I put this much thought into children’s shows. They are my main television watching these days.)

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I made this delicious fruit salad with a vanilla syrup for Easter lunch – and I forgot to put it out. I only realized it when I was putting away the leftovers after everyone had left. #hostessfail

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What are your confessions this week?