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Patty’s Pops

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Have you ever craved something cold and sweet but stayed away because of the insane sugar content or other unhealthy ingredients they contain? Or maybe you went ahead and indulged and felt instantly guilty right after because of all of the calories and sugar you just injected? Well, look no further because Patty’s Pops is coming to a town near you and you will NOT be disappointed!

Patty’s Pops will have a variety of delicious popsicles that are made fresh every single day with only organic fruits and vegetables. There will be a different variety of flavors every week and a tasty treat for every palate. Our ingredients are fresh, farm to table, and they will not disappoint. So next time you are craving something sweet and cold to battle the blistering heat ahead and head over to Patty’s Pops and live life guilt free!

New home & a fractured foot.

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After many, many months of house hunting and saving up our money, we finally found and purchased our first home. It has been a very exciting time for our little family, however, it has been extremely busy and I have been away from here for a long time. The past few months I have been spinning out of control because it seemed as if there was no time to even take a breath! I had to pack up a three bedroom apartment by myself and make sure that I finished my school semester strong as well. Between all the moving arrangements and juggling school, my two kids, and my two dogs I felt like I was literally losing myself in all of the chaos. Thankfully, two weeks ago we finally and officially moved into a super cute four bedroom home just a few minutes away from my mom’s house; which is a huge plus. Being so close to family has been such a blessing, especially because it just so happens that on the exact same day that we were moving in, I broke my damn foot.

Yup, as the movers were finishing unloading the rest of our belongings, I was also unloading a few of the things I had packed up in the Jeep. My four year old daughter insisted that I let our pug, Olive, ride in the middle seat with her and her brother in the backseat. I knew in my gut that it wasn’t a great idea, but I did not want to crush her so early in the morning so I caved in and let Olive ride in the back. Well, not too far down the road from our apartment on the way to our new home, Olive pooped in the backseat. Instant regret and anger filled my body but I could not stop the Jeep, I had to get to our new home before the movers so that I could let them in. As soon as I pulled up, I realized we made it before them so I drove the jeep around the back of the house to clean and dump the stinky poop into our trashcan outside. I drove back around to the front just in time because the movers were pulling up. I opened the door for them and they began to unload quickly as I also decided to unload the few things I had loaded up in the Jeep. I had placed Olive in his crate back in the trunk with our other dog Bunny and I was almost done unloading everything, I felt so accomplished and close to the finish line. I unloaded Bunny and when I got Olive and his crate down I realized that he had pooped AGAIN! This time in his crate but I was still so annoyed as I quickly cleaned up his mess and ran to the backyard so that I could throw it out in the trashcan outside. I was making my way back up to the front so that I could finally take the kids out of their car seats and finish our move officially when the worst thing happened.

I was lightly jogging from the backyard to the front thinking, ‘Well this is a great way to burn off some calories this morning.’, when I heard the ugliest crack and I collapsed to the ground. As I was running to the front, I stepped wrong on a little hill of dirt and my right foot twisted inward as my whole weight landed on it. I saw little black and white dots and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. I got up and forced myself to hobble over to the Jeep and got my two kids out and herded them inside. That is where I collapsed on the first chair that I could find and my body just gave out on me, I could not move. The movers were just gawking at me unsure of what to do or say. I just paid them and told that I would be ok and had them on their way. Once they were gone, I tried to stand up and test how much weight I could place on my foot and I quickly realized that was a terrible idea. I heard the crack again and collapsed to the ground from the pain and almost blacked out. I have given birth twice and I promise you that this felt more painful to me than those two times going through labor.

I just sat there on the ground and I could feel my eyes filling up with hot tears of anger and frustration. I could not believe this was happening to me! After so many months of hard work and the extreme amount of stress I had been putting myself through to ensure that the move went smoothly and finishing my semester, this just seemed like a cruel joke. I looked around and saw countless boxes that needed to be unpacked and I wanted to do so many things, I just could not deal with anything; I felt powerless. Thankfully, my mom came to my rescue and dragged my kids and I to an urgent care near me. Turns out my foot was pretty badly fractured and they provided me with a clunky, black boot brace and crutches and the doctor told me to stay off my foot for two weeks then continue to wear the boot for an additional two weeks. I just laughed out loud because I could not believe the situation I was in.

It has been the strangest two weeks of my life. I have never felt so powerless, I have become used to doing things for myself and getting things done no matter what. Now, for the first time ever, all I could do was sit still; literally. I feel like maybe it was a lesson that I needed to learn at the moment, to just sit still and enjoy being in the moment instead of spiraling all over the place, trying to get everything done. I had the hardest time during the first few days, especially when people would tell me to ‘relax and rest’. Thankfully, my mom has come through for me so much throughout this whole time. She stepped up and has been coming twice a day to help me out with my dogs, my kids, and even has helped me unpack and arrange things throughout our new home. I am so grateful for her and my sister, Aaliyah, because I truly would not have been able to get through any of this without them!

Update on my anxiety…

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A couple months ago it seemed like my panic attacks had come to a peak. I would wake up in the middle of the night with my heart beating out of my chest and finding it difficult to breathe. I would lay awake for hours just trying to breathe deeply and calm myself as I tried to sleep whatever hours that I could because I knew that my kids would wake up soon and it would be go time from there until they fell asleep at night. The mornings would begin and I would usually have a debilitating headache and a feeling of impending doom. Why? I don’t know but it was getting unbearable. I always felt like when you are about neck deep in a cold pool and you feel like the breath is being taken out of you, or when you are about to do something bad that you know aren’t supposed to be doing; that loud and pounding heart feeling. Sometimes it would get so bad that all I could manage to do in an entire day was make some grilled cheese for the kids and then curl up in a ball on the carpet on the living room floor, wrapped up in my favorite blanket to keep the panic levels down. I was really getting concerned about my health and convinced myself that something must be terribly wrong with me if I was feeling like that every single day and I finally worked up the courage to make an appointment with my doctor so they could take blood out and check all my levels.

I asked my mom to come over and watch the kids so I could go get myself checked out and she agreed right away because apparently my whole family was getting worried about my situation. My biggest fear was that something terrible would happen to me and nobody would even know for hours, since my husband has been working out of state, I was horrified at the thought of my babies being left alone and scared because something happened to me. Anyway, I went to the doctor and they took out five vials of blood to check my hormones, my thyroid, my white blood cell count, if I was anemic, etc. A week later they called me in to go over my results and the doctor informed me that I was absolutely, perfectly healthy. There was nothing wrong with me physically and all of my levels were off the chart amazing. Relieved, yet confused I slumped in my chair and asked the doctor what she recommended next. She said that it seemed as if everything might be in my head, she asked me if I suffered from anxiety or depression and I told her all about my first panic attack that sent me to the emergency room only because I was convinced I was going into cardiac arrest. In the emergency room, embarrassingly, they told me that I was just having a panic attack and I needed to hydrate more and they just shrugged me off. It had been two years since that first panic attack, and there I was still trying to figure out what to do. The doctor referred me to a cardiologist so that they can run some tests and see if the heart palpitations were because of an actual problem with my heart or if it was ‘all in my head’. My doctor seemed convinced that I am suffering from depression and that is what is bringing on these random panic attacks…depressed? I have never been happier or in a better place in my life…I do miss my husband terribly but he will coming home soon and the kids and I will most likely be traveling up with him on his next assignment. Which is cool because we will be able to explore the country a little bit and the kids will get to see places they otherwise never would. It will be an adventure! Sure, the world is going to shit and we are probably about to go into our Third World War, but other than that I feel ‘normal’?

I recently went to the cardiologist, waited FOUR hours to be seen and there they performed an EKG on me and said that everything looked relatively normal. There were a couple spikes that they want to look further into, but for the most part the cardiologist said I seemed to be healthy. He set me up for another appointment to perform an ultrasound of my heart and a stress test, not too excited about that. Those results will determine whether the palpitations are being caused by one of the valves in my heart not opening and closing properly or if it really is just ‘all in my head’. Gosh, I am so tired of hearing that. He even recommended me smoking a joint, which made me giggle to myself because if only he knew that in my past that was always my go to medication. However, he said since it is not legal here, he could not legally advise me to do that. I am not comfortable with taking prescription medications, personally, because in my past I had a problem with that…I definitely do not want to play with fire and mess around with prescription medications for anxiety and/or depression. I am going to get those tests done and see what the results are and then go on from there. If it is all in my head how they all seem to keep telling me, then I am just going to stay strong and ride the waves of my panic attacks as they come. Mind over matter. Knowing that my body is perfectly healthy and that I am not going to go into cardiac arrest is highly reassuring and I think I will be able to calm myself through the storms on my own… wish me luck guys!

How to make caldo de pollo

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Caldo de pollo has been one of my favorite dishes since I was a little girl. I remember my mom used to make it all the time whenever the weather was cold, which is rare for south Texas, so when she did make it , it was a delicacy. Growing up I never really appreciated the hard work that went into making caldo de pollo, it was delicious but I recall telling my mother that it was just a ‘side dish’ and I needed more food. I know, rude. Now that I am older and have a family of my own I try my best to make the healthiest and most nutritious foods for my babies so that they can get the best out of their meals, and this has become one of their favorites. Thankfully, they are a lot more appreciative than I was as a younger child and they always tell me how much they love their caldo de pollo. This last time it was freezing down here, I happily gathered all off my ingredients and set off to make the best caldo ever. After all of the chopping and hard work we sat down to enjoy our bowl of caldo. Well guess what this super smart momma did? I totally forgot to put the CHICKEN in the caldo! I know, totally dumb air-headed move but I managed to save the day however by placing my chicken in the oven so it could heat up and then shredding it into the caldo; the meal was saved! Alright , so enough silliness, here is how I make my caldo.

INGREDIENTS:

1. Chicken (I get mine ready to go, oven roasted chicken from the market; already cooked) I prefer the orange pepper rotisserie chicken from HEB

2. Chicken broth

3. Carrots

4. Celery

5. A couple zucchini squash

6. Potatoes

7. Corn on the cob (I use about 3 of the long corns but I rip them in half)

8. Cabbage

9. A couple Chayotes

10. One or two cloves of garlic

11. Red onion

12. Spanish rice ( I like to add Spanish rice to my caldo, that’s totally up to you) I have a post that I made a while back on how to make the Spanish rice.

13. Serrano pepper (this one is up to you if you like spicy stuff. I love taking bites of it as I eat my caldo)

14. Knorr

15. Salt & pepper

16. Garlic salt

HOW TO MAKE THE CALDO:

1. In a large pot (where you can for a lot of water) fill it about halfway with water and add in the entire container of chicken broth and set to a medium high to start boiling

2. After you wash all your veggies, start chopping the carrots and potatoes into little chunks and throw them in the pot. (I start with the carrots and potatoes because they take the longest to boil) boil that for about 12-15 minutes until they are fork tender.

3. While the above is boiling, chop the celery, garlic, and some onion and throw it into the pot once the carrots and potatoes have softened. Leave that for about 8 minutes and add a tablespoon of Knorr, sprinkle some salt, pepper, and the garlic salt. (Not too much because we will gradually be adding more)

4. Now is a good time to take that chicken and start shredding it into the pot, and add another tablespoon of knorr and mix everything up.

5. Chop the chayotes and zucchinis and go ahead and add them to the pot as well. These cook pretty fast so you only need to leave them for about 10 minutes.

6. Now is a good time to add the corn and let it boil along with the chayote and zucchini because it also needs to boil for at least ten minutes. While that’s happening add shreds of cabbage (I like to chop it into little one inch squares because it’s easier for the babies to eat rather than when it’s large, long chunks)

7. Your masterpiece is complete, add salt and pepper to taste, and another tablespoon of knorr to taste and let everything boil for those 10 minutes or so. (Not too long because then everything gets a little mushy, which I don’t mind at all but some people do)

8. Now this is optional but if you’re going to add the Serrano peppers, wash them and cut a thin slice in the middle of the pepper, not all the way through just a surface slice and throw it in to boil when you throw in the chayote, corn, and zucchini. It won’t make the whole caldo spicy so so t worry, I just like to take little nibbles of the Serrano pepper as I eat my caldo.

9. Now if you made the Spanish rice as well , you can add some of it to your caldo along with some lemon and enjoy this magical dish! (The rice takes about 30-32 minutes to cook so make sure to start at the same time that you start your caldo so that everything will be ready at the same time.

I hope you guys enjoy, and yes I know it seems like a lot of chopping and work but TRUST me it is so worth it and it’s packed with vitamins and minerals!

Homeschooling journey begins

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The time has finally come. My little Luna is going to be four years old this April and I just can’t handle it. I am amazed at how quickly the time has gone by, and saddened at the same time. It’s very bittersweet for me because my little girl is growing. She is so smart, so amazing, so intelligent and she is just a little fireball of bravery and magic; she’s my best friend. Somehow time slipped through my fingers throughout all these amazing moments and memories and now I was faced with the question I have been dodging for months now. When is Luna starting school?

I knew I was going to have to come up with a plan and soon because time was just passing me by and Luna just seems to get smarter by the day. I swear she’s like a little sponge, so ready to absorb all the knowledge possible. After lots of consideration, research, and analyzing the contagion we are currently living in, my husband and I decided that we were going to homeschool our kids; at least for now. They are so little and nobody seems to really know what is going on with this whole COVID thing, it’s ridiculous, I am so sick of this alternate reality we seemed to accidentally slip into. I would love for my babies to live a normal life and attend school like we all did when we were small. Sure I hated going to school but I was young and didn’t know the craziness that we would one day be forced to face. Oh the things we all took for granted…

Anyway, I researched for months and came to a curriculum called Time4Learning and I really like the way they do their lessons. Since I am new to this homeschooling realm I feel like this curriculum is perfect for us because it is easy to navigate through and Luna is captivated by the lessons and activities they have to offer. At first I thought I was going to have to buy her an IPad or something because she would have difficulty using my MacBook, but surprisingly she navigated through her lessons quite well today. Today was her first day and she completed two Math lessons and two Science lessons,; I could not be more proud. My little bug is growing up so quickly, I can not even remember the moment she went from baby to toddler, and now I feel like she’s hopping over from toddler to a full on kid! She challenges me and teaches me things every single day, she is literally the most amazing girl ever.

If we continue to find success in this program then I will enroll Noah next year. He just turned two so he is still too little. Noah sat down next to Luna during her math lesson, looked at it for a few seconds and goes ‘’mama me play ball hallway”, and I just giggled to myself and told him to go ahead. My little boy, he melts my heart. Noah is very supportive of his sister Luna and her homeschool journey, he is full of nothing but love. So wish me luck guys. It does get a little frustrating at times , but that is because I am literally learning along with her and I try my very best to ensure she has the best experience possible during her schooling time because if I make her feel anxious or stressed out in any kind of way during her learning, then she might shut down and not want to try. I know we can do this! ♥️

Holiday Blues

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People seem to be the saddest this time of year. Sure, it seems like half of the planet is engulfed in Christmas time cheer and so focused on whose gift is going to be the best; it’s nauseating. For me, personally, the holidays have never really been the cheeriest days of the year. I tend to feel more on the blue side and find myself sort of going through the motions. I do not know if it would be because my childhood memories are not filled with big family gatherings and cousins my age running wild, filling the home with laughter and joy. It was actually quite the opposite, everything was always so quiet and gloomy for some reason. It was rare if my father made it home on time for us to eat dinner, and as soon as he did get home, everything seemed to go from gloom to tense and rushed. I always remember sitting in my room by myself most Christmas Eves and watching the cheesy holiday movies, thinking to myself how cool it must be to have a big family and actually create fun memories like that.

Fast forward to now, and I find myself being a full on grown up. I made it to twenty eight years of life and I find myself laughing because I remember at one point, I never even believed I was going to make it twenty five. I have been blessed enough to have made it through the struggles life threw at me and I never gave in to the voice in my head that tells me I am not good enough, I kept pushing and believing. Now, I have my own beautiful little family. I have my amazing husband that I call my unicorn, because there is no way that he is real, he was made just for me. He loves me so much, even in the moments when I do not care to love myself. Together we created two amazing little humans, Luna and Noah, and now I get to celebrate the holidays the way the people in the movies do. This marriage has allowed for our family to grow and now we all get together and create memories with the babies, I could not ask for more; my heart is so full!

My husband has found a job that seems to be the answer to all of our prayers, and I could not be more grateful for the work that he does. It is a little difficult for me because this means he has to be away from us, sometimes for months at a time and it so hard on us all because we miss him so much. The gloom sets in again. Slowly, yet tactfully filling up the depths of my mind….why am I like this? Why can I not ever just be fully happy and focus on the amazing things. I have to try real hard not to let myself get asphyxiated by the sad gloomy thoughts. The babies make it easy because they bring such a tremendous amount of joy into my days, I just can not wait for the day when we can all be together again. Being an adult is hard and I do not recall the moment I suddenly crossed the bridge from living so carelessly to now having to deal with all of the stresses and emotions that come with adulting, and motherhood… oh motherhood is a tough bitch…but it has made me so much stronger and loving than I ever thought I could be…sorry for the random rant, I just have a lot in my head lately.

I started laser hair therapy!

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As you all may know, or not know, I have been dealing with alopecia areota since I was about to turn 21 years old; it has been a really crazy ride! I have tried millions of things to keep my hair from falling out and to regrow my hair, but nothing ever seems to stick…super frustrating. I’ve tried coconut oil, rosemary oil, I’ve rubbed egg on my head, I’ve even been getting cortesoid steroid injections to my scalp for a few years now and NOTHING WORKS. No one can tell me WHY this is happening or how to stop it and it has been just such an irritating problem. Having to deal with this situation has definitely changed me entirely, I feel like I have gone into hiding and my depression got really bad at one point honestly. My husband and kids are really the only things motivating me every day to keep going and not worry about my hair. They have saved me from myself and motivate me to just keep living my life and breaking glass ceilings! Well, about a year ago my husband and I were driving around town and we saw a clinic that said “Hair Loss Control Clinic” and it caught my eye but I never even dared to think about it because I had a feeling it would cost us a pretty penny. Recently however, I decided to just give them a call and see what they had to offer and when the receptionist told me the consultation was free and they offered payment plans, I thought “Why the hell not?” I set it up and my mom was nice enough to tag along with me because I needed her to stay in the car and watch my two kids since they were not allowed in the clinic, due to COVID safety precautions of course.

I walked in the clinic and everything just felt right, I felt like this might be the place that changes my life; but I was still very skeptical because I did not know anything about the treatments they would recommend or their prices. After my consultation, which was really quick thank goodness, the doctor recommended their hair treatments, along with a shampoo, and vitamins and laser hair therapy. The doctor raves about the products, showed me pictures of before and after the six month treatment, and guaranteed me a 93% success rate among the patients. I was sold. I ended up agreeing to the six month treatment, along with the hair treatments, and it came out to $1500. I was so surprised because I honestly thought I was going to walk out with a $5,000 quote, but no!! I ran outside to tell my mom and she were bursting with joy and gratitude because it finally felt as if this horrible problem will soon go away! This has been something that has been affecting my life and the lives of my loved ones for a long time now and I am so ready to kick it in the ass! I just completed my first week of laser hair therapy, it’s two sessions a week for the first couple of months and then it’s once a week. I know, how tedious, but if it works it’ll all be worth it to me! I am so grateful to my mother for helping me with this journey , and I will be keeping you guys updated with pictures as well!

Second sesh of laser hair therapy!

The laser hair therapy itself is so cool! It takes 30 minutes and they just sit you down in a private room with a TV and you literally just hang out while this machine is over your head, kind of like the ones at the salon but these use a red laser light that is supposed to stimulate your hair follicles to grow! It irradiates photons into scalp tissue and they are supposed to be absorbed by the weaker scalp skin cells and stimulates the growth, super sciencey and cool! I am just so excited to try something new and being very optimistic about it.

Six months sober; still going!

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Waking up this morning to my two toddlers sleeping next to me, cuddling me, I took the time to just close my eyes and take a deep breath. I slowly exhaled as I took it all in, everything from the sunlight beginning to peep through the blinds to my children’s slow, relaxed breathing. This is how life was supposed to feel, clear and bright. I remembered how a few years ago I was in such a different place, a dark place. I was so far lost and I did not even know it at that time, drinking away the days for some reason was the way I dealt with myself. I never really liked the light back then, I remember even taping some black gift wrapping paper to my windows because I could not stand to even look at the sun without having the worst migraines. I was fading away.

Now everything is so much brighter. My little family has brought so much happiness and bright colors back to my life. I used to always pray that I would one day feel love, even if it was for a day, and God gave me an amazing husband that loves me for me, and two amazingly beautiful children that love me infinitely. I could not be more grateful. It has not been an easy road however. Even with such amazing people at my side, I still have my own demons to battle with. I decided to stop drinking back in October because I came to a realization that if I cherished what I now had, and wanted to keep it, then I was going to have to stop my wretched habit. For as long as I can remember, I always had to have a drink with me. I do not know why but I felt that if I was going to be anywhere then I wanted to have a good time, and for some reason a good time to me meant alcohol. Well, there was never anything positive that came out of those times. Every single time, it never ended well and yet I was always ready for the next round, the next day. Its as if I was drinking, desperately trying to fill a void inside of me…but it was just too big. I lost so much because of the alcohol, I even almost lost my life. One night I crashed 85mph into the underpass, miraculously I lived. I think I lived because I was meant to be a mother to these two babies.

Fast forward to that night in October, as I was arguing with my husband about the last piece of beef jerky. I was so upset that he had given it to our dog that I was willing to ruin the entire beach getaway because of it. Ridiculous. Pathetic. I never want to feel that way again. I never again want to know the feeling of losing everything because of alcohol. I made the choice to break the chain. I refuse to continue drinking and allowing my children to see that version of myself. I want them to be on a good path and make the best decisions; which means I have to do the same.

Now, six months later I can celebrate that I have not given in. It has not been easy, at all. There have been many times when I want to have a drink, to say FUCK IT and just have one drink…but NO. There have also been a few special occasions such as our anniversary where I really wanted to take a drink to relax. We even got my mother in law to watch the kids…but no, not yet. It’s not the right time. For some reason, whenever I drink I get upset now. So, until I feel like everything is right with me and I have a huge accomplishment to celebrate, I might take a drink. Right now is just not the appropriate time for me, personally to be drinking. I need to get my mind right. Just today I walked down the hallway only to realize that my one year had decided to rip off his diaper and ran around the house until he dropped a poop…right on my bed….right next to his sleeping sister. Every day is so crazy with the babies, there is no room for error; and I wouldn’t have it any other way. They are my responsibility and my biggest blessings, I want to make sure that I am always at 100 with them. Right now I am enrolled in Southern New Hampshire University with my program, IDEA-U and I am just so grateful to be where I am right now. I am currently working on my Associates degree but if I continue at the rate I am going, I should have my masters by the time I am thirty years old; I am about to be 28 this year. I am so excited to finally have a clear vision of my path and I am pushing forward with all that I got. I am also working as a Recruitment Intern for IDEA-U so if any of you fellow mommas want to work on your degree from home please let me know and I can get you set up with my director Patti, she’s so great and it is so WORTH IT!! I am not giving up and neither should you…women are powerful and we need to help each other always. YOU GOT THIS LADIES!

Just starting at Southern New Hampshire University

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So I did something crazy and signed up for school on top of the many things I have to juggle at the moment. Since the pandemic began I have felt as if time is just soaring past me leaving me behind in its dust. I have yet been able to accomplish graduating from college because of the many things life has thrown at me and the decisions I made in my past, but I am done letting that get in my way. My younger sister, Stephany, had already told me about how she had enrolled in SNHU through a program with IDEA that had really helped her out, she is now working on finishing her masters! It seemed like the best move to make and I tried to enroll two years ago, but it was not the correct timing. Now, fast forward two years and I have another baby and I have so much fire within me to finally finish what I started. I feel like time just keeps getting faster and the time is now. So I enrolled again, with my husband also enrolled and we began this journey together. What is really cool about this time around is that everything is virtual thanks to our beloved COVID, so it makes it a lot easier for me to finish since I do not have to do my school hours at the actual IDEA building. No time to waste! So far I have turned in three projects, which is what you need to turn in to master that class to get a college credit. Well I failed all three by getting a “not yet” which just means that I have not mastered my course, yet. So now I need to go back and correct the things that the reviewer commented on. I have never been good on receiving constructive criticism and this is something very new to me. I have taken this whole day to kind of reflect and think about how I am going to go about this. I just need to suck it up, go back and fix what I have to fix in order to master the project and move on. If I can turn in a minimum of two projects a week I should be graduating with my associates by this October, and I could not be more ready. Sometimes I feel like quitting, but then I look at my two babies and I’m like nooooope girl you better get back to work! I want to give them everything they need and a mother they can look up to and be proud of. They deserve that and much more. I am very grateful also to have my husband going through this journey with me. He will be graduating with his bachelors and then moving on to his masters and he already mastered his first project! I could not be more proud of him for the man he has become. I am overwhelmed and I doubt myself all the time. Sometimes I do not feel like I am smart enough to finish…but I have to keep pushing forward and keep trying. You only fail when you stop trying.

Texas has no power!

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As you all know, there has been a wild arctic blizzard going on for the past few days. I am not too very well informed about the politics of all of this, but I do know that a lot of people seem to be blaming this on Governor Abbott and ERCOT, they seem to be in charge of Texas’ power supply. Our home thankfully has not been impacted by the power outages, but my mom and mother-in-law have not had light since yesterday morning. This is ridiculous, it was as low as 23 degrees last night! I was so worried about our moms out there in the cold and darkness. Tonight they finally agreed to leave their homes. I tried for hours to find a hotel for my family but literally every single hotel in the Rio Grande Valley is booked! My mom, dad, and little sister came to stay with us and my mother-in-law is staying at her father’s home; so everyone is safe. But seriously, what about the poor people out there that do not have anyone? Or the poor defenseless animals roaming the streets? Ugh, I don’t know l, I just think all of this could have been avoided and the government just honestly could not give two craps about us. I am afraid of what the future holds as I watch my two beautiful children grow up. They have never known life before COVID, well Luna did for a little over a year but then BOOM! Life just changed completely. I can not help but to feel a little mom guilt because I feel like I can not show them cool places or take them on mini adventures. I can not imagine the families that have no light right now and they have small babies like mine! I do not know what this world is coming to but all I can do is raise my babies correctly, teaching them right from wrong and praying that they will be protected and be the light in this dying and dark world.