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Avon Beginnings

Besides my job in retail, I am home with my three young children a lot. I wanted a way to make money while home and still be with them. I think a lot of mothers reflect on this.

If you saw one of my posts (either on my personal page or something I shared on the FB that’s linked to this) then you know I have started to sell Avon.

There are tons of work from home type of companies out there. Itworks, Jamberry, Scentsy, R&F, Origami Owl, Pure Romance, and so on. I even shop some of them, and have loved them at times, but, nothing fit for me. I kept thinking about the long haul, and what was worth the money and give me back profit. Though I loved some of those companies, from doing online parties or even ones I had joined in, I had small to little turnout. So why join if I knew I would basically have no customers to start? So next on my list to try was Avon.

My mother actually used to sell Avon when I was a little kid. So it’s funny here I am today 20+ years later being like her. I knew that this business was around for a while, and it has multiple items more than just a general area to work with. From kids fun things, to skin care, to jewelry, even items for the household. With Avon customer wise I would at least have my family to sell product to, so it had that plus for me right away. Throw in the fact that the price to join and become a representative was way lower and more affordable than any other company I had an interest in, (only $15!) and boom here I am. You’re not losing out much if it’s a small fee to try it out. The way I looked at it is, I would have spent that $15 on fast food for us one night, so instead let’s try investing that little amount into something.

Ok, so in the start up kit for $15 I received ten brochures for the current campaign, 10 for my next campaign, two full-size product samples, an order book for face to face sales, a folder, informational papers, and two different product little sample packs to hand out. I might have even had more things, but my mind is drawing a blank. There are options to start with a bigger kit for more money which in return you get more items in your bundle, but the smallest will work for just getting your feet wet and in the swing of things.

They run campaigns, which is the two weeks time you have until the books will change and new sales period starts. During those two weeks, you would hand out brochures or make an online store (like I did which comes free when you enroll) and sell. As long as you sell over $50, you will earn 20% on sales. As you sell more your earning percent changes and you get more. Here’s the chart:

So you may not make any money right away, you have to connect and get customers, get out there. Heck, I am still trying to do this myself, but with little techniques I come across I feel like I am slowly getting more connections.

Now, let me quickly note that you do have to pay for brochure books to hand out every two weeks if you are doing face to face sales. They are around $7 or less for a pack of 10. You can sell online only and not pay anything, but I found it is still a tad difficult at first.

Yes, more money can go into it if you want. But that is up to you. Do you want business cards, or you can make some purchases yourself to try products. Or buy them and maybe do giveaways? It is all entirely up to you, though, you’re in control. If I spent more than my $15 starter fee so far it was my choice.

There’s an online training center and lots of YouTube videos if you needed to learn something. I had a lot of questions and still do, I’m only three weeks in after all. But luckily you get emails from your district welcoming you and sending you FB links and webinars to join and try and help.

Okay, so that was more rambling than I thought I would do for my Avon intro post. And I know I can add more things about it! But I’ll try and cut it off here. I might do product review posts or share business things here since it is currently a part of my hectic life.

If you wanted to become a rep, just contact me! I can get you signed up and you can come to me with any questions.

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Schooools out for Summer🎧

My son has his last day of kindergarten today. It’s bittersweet, as I’m sure most people with kids might feel the same.  I’m so excited for him, but I’m a bit sad he’s going to the next step and getting so big. I know the summer is going to zoom by us, so I’m going to try and make it as awesome as possible. This school year did go by fast for me. I can’t believe he will be going go to first grade this fall.

Through the toughness of adapting to school, all the trouble he caused, and changes he went through, he did it. I’m just as proud of him for completing kindergarten as I would be any grade.  At his little graduation ceremony before he even got over to his seat, the moment when I saw his cute little self in his tie walking over I already had teared up. I envisioned him as an 18-year-old finishing high school saying “later mom” in place of my peanut 6-year-old. He told me how he was so shy and embarrassed being in the front row with so many people watching. Yet, he did such a good job on all the songs and dance moves too!

As it comes to an end for the summer break, I’m left with mixed emotions that are even hard to put into words, so I’m just rambling. All the worrying, the anxiety and the stress of being away from him for basically the first time and almost daily, was worth it to see him grow. He’s so smart and learned so much (which I know duh – that’s the point of school).

I’ll have to remember that “I miss him and want him to come home” feeling I have when he’s home for the summer driving me crazy with his sisters ;).

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Chayse’s Birth Story

For his birthday, since I did this with the girls, here’s the story for Chayse.

Chayse is my first born and our only boy. Like Liana, he was definitely a surprise. In fact,  I didn’t even know I was pregnant until I was 3 months. The thought never even crossed my mind that I could be. I was going through a lot at the time so if I was feeling sick or run down I figured it was from the stress or crying I had done over the weeks. But nope. Pregnant. Once I got over the initial in denial and scary unsure about how to do this stage, it was a pretty easy pregnancy. At the time I probably didn’t think that but compared to my girls; his was cake. I did throw up a lot with him, and I didn’t with my girls (I was more nauseous and dizzy all the time with them, so it was opposite symptoms).

I was 38 weeks, it was a Sunday and almost 5 in the evening. I didn’t have any contractions the day of (that I felt) I was at the grocery store, then I went right home and started making a sandwich since I was starving. I made it but had a strong urge to pee first before eating. I went to the bathroom and went to pee, but I couldn’t stop peeing. I remember calling my mom because we lived together at the time and telling her my pee just won’t stop. I had no idea why lol. She said my water probably broke, and then, sure enough, we called my doctors office, and I had to go in.

Side note: My water never broke with either daughter, just him so another way his was different. I also used a midwife with my son only, then, later on, found a different doctors office and didn’t use a midwife.

So I arrived at the hospital around 5 pm or so. They had me bouncing on a big exercise type ball, and that did help. I don’t know if it’s because he was my first or what but his contractions (and I say this looking back after more experience because in the moment they hurt) weren’t as kill-me-now-or-I’ll-kill-you-as-I’m-crying pain as my daughters. But then I got an epidural, and it was better. He was my fastest labor and by far the easiest. After only 5 hours which everyone said was fast for a first labor, he had arrived at 9:13 pm. He was 6 lbs 9 oz and adorable.

Then I realized I didn’t have a name still and I felt bad. Being my first kid I couldn’t pick even after seeing him. Finally, I named him I think it was on the second day at the hospital. Chayse James.

So now I have all three stories. One thing is for sure that stayed the same in every pregnancy, and that’s the looks you get when you look like me. Everyone thought I was 15 and pregnant because I’m so tiny and you get a lot of nosy or mean comments. But, when comparing them if it’s because he was a boy, or my first, or my water broke, or whatever reason – his was easiest. No scary scar worthy stories like the girls just all good things. My belly went right back to normal and I had no stretch marks with him. He was my easy baby too. He ate all his baby foods I tried, and he wasn’t allergic to anything, he even slept for the most part through the nights. He walked by nine months, the whole works. I only wish I saw that then and appreciated it more after experiencing more difficult times later.

I can’t believe he is 6 this year. That it was that long ago. He’ll always be my tiny little newborn boy in my eyes.

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Kindergarten and Glasses

It makes me sad I haven’t posted a blog in a while, but I don’t think anyone’s noticed lol. With my daughters birthday this month, then my birthday, then it was spring break from school, I have just been keeping busy. I’ve been trying to do more things with the kids while the weather had some beautiful days too.
Back to it. We recently found out my son has astigmatism in one of his eyes so he would need glasses. He did well for his eye exam which is so hard for a little kid to have to sit through and explain what they think is better; at least that’s how I feel after watching him. Yesterday, his glasses came in (if you see the picture attached). He was bummed when he first found out he would need them. He said he wouldn’t wear them, and he didn’t want people to say anything; he didn’t want to look funny. But I told him it’s still good to be different. Family and his friends will think they’re cool. That it doesn’t change him, they’re just like wearing sunglasses, and everyone likes sunglasses. Of corse, I told him about the cool people who wear them, including mom! 😉 I remember how I didn’t want to wear mine either. And yet now I will not take them off for anything. Now, I don’t like the way I look without them. So I know it’ll just hopefully take time. He picked out the pair he wanted (even though I so wanted to tell him to pick the ones that made him look like little Harry Potter!). He knows he needs them to see better, and they help, which he noticed when he put them on. It makes me sad though that at his age he already worries about what others think. Even if I tell my kids all the time how much we love them and how cute they are. How it doesn’t matter what others think as long as they like something and they’re happy. We try to reinforce we are here that’s all that matters. If kids say something mean and make them upset, they’re just jealous of how cool they are and maybe they don’t know how to express it and that it doesn’t mean anything. But, still.

He’s also been wanting to wear a little fauxhawk lately too – that he does himself if you took notice in one of the pictures. I try to fix it when he lets me, so it doesn’t look so much like he just didn’t want to brush his hair but, whatever makes him happy. He even got a good report on a reading testing they did. His teacher said he scored up to green, and that she isn’t sure how many others will be ready to do that. So, that was fantastic for him.

No matter how much you feel like you’re doing something wrong with kids, as long as they’re doing good, you must be.

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Liana’s Birth Story

Liana’s birth was the scariest day of my life. But before we go there, let’s flash back.

If you read the last birth story about my daughter Kaylee you’d see how she was planned. Now, Liana was not. In the least bit. She came at an awful time actually. It was during a hard time in my marriage. We were trying to figure out the next steps for us. We were thinking of the divorce steps more and more and at the same time I’m growing more and more pregnant with this little baby. It was a hard experience trying to decide what’s best. I remember thinking I wouldn’t be able to do it and not even sure that I was going to go through with my pregnancy. (Which was a shock to me because I am pro-life, and I wouldn’t be able to go through with that personally when time came to it.) But I looked into options and to even have those thoughts try to take over my beliefs was a scary part for me. Once I look further into it, I was reassured it wasn’t for me. I knew this baby deserves to be here, and that I would have to figure out a way to make it happen. I had to work with what I can as I got farther along. My support systems had been split on thinking I could do it alone; already having two kids and my schedule the way it was.

It was a rough pregnancy just like the others nausea-wise. I was also exhausted and achy with her always, they never lightened up. The scary part came after though. If you read my previous post earlier this week you would know that my grandfather had just passed, and the next part happened maybe two days later. I was crying and overly stressed with everything. Little did I know, it was time.

*Some TMI stuff ahead so don’t read if don’t wanna know the messy.

After a stressful pregnancy with the marriage issues (and stressful death just happening), I woke up at 6 am feeling like I had just peed. I got my phone flashlight to check it out just to see. Now, I will never forget the feeling I had when I did. The god awful feeling of my stomach sinking to my butt, feeling like someone pulled out my insides while I watched. I was filled instantly sick with fear, with anxiety. I almost puked; because when I looked down, I saw blood. I got up as quietly as I could because the other two kids were sleeping. Shaking, I got downstairs without freaking out (until I got down there.) My husband had just left for work an hour before on top of it, so I’m alone panicking in my house. By the time I got to the bathroom, I had two large clots come out of me! Probably close to the size of a tennis ball, or my iPhone 4. It was the scariest thing because here I am thinking A.) Why are these big pieces falling out of me?! And B.) Bleeding bright red blood in pregnancy is never good. Let alone how much I was bleeding. I called my sister because she was right down the road and asked her to sit with the kids so I can go to the hospital. I had only just hit 36 weeks pregnant. That alone was nerve wrecking thinking this is happening early. All I could think about honestly was I just lost my baby, I don’t feel her, I’m bleeding, and this is wrong. So when I got to the hospital, they checked on ultrasound to see if my placenta was in the way maybe causing pieces to fall out. They said if it’s in the way I’ll need a C-section –which was scary to hear on top of it –but weirdly it was not. I don’t even know what was coming out. They told me I was in labor, and thankfully the baby was still alive, still doing OK, but I was going to have to deliver her. After 12 long, scary hours of labor, it was finally time to push.

Liana Brielle was born April 2nd at 5:41 pm weighing 6 lbs 5 ounces even being early. She was going to be big like her sister for my little ol’ self if we went to 40 weeks. Still as happy as I was to have her out, soon as she came they told me she wasn’t breathing good, and they took her to the nicu before I could even spend time with her.

They also told me I was still bleeding, and they had to give me two shots to try to stop it. I was hemmoragging, and I was going to need a blood transfusion soon I lost so much. I just kept thinking how I was dying over here, and I don’t know how my baby is either.. I’m okay obviously 😉

Over the next few days, I would have to visit her in the nicu, and she was hooked up to all sorts of things. It broke my heart each time I saw her even though I know it was helping her. Just not being able to hold her or touch your newborn baby is the worst. You’re extra emotional with your crazy hormones, so it was like the icing on the sad cake. The hardest thing is leaving the hospital without your baby. I cried from the moment seeing her that day until I got home… and on and off each time I had to go back. They told me to stay home and rest because of everything, but nothing was going to keep me away from seeing her. I didn’t want to miss those first moments I would get to finally hold her or feed her.

I still don’t know to this day why I was bleeding and clotting. My doctors say it wasn’t something that typically happens unless somethings wrong with the placenta, and that’s all I got explained. It’s a mystery to me, but I think stress and sadness induced me. Even if they say that they don’t think stress caused labor all they want, I feel it.

Having her now of corse she’s perfect. Looking back thinking about how I felt in the beginning I just can’t imagine not having her in my life. Part of me is sad because, from what happened I don’t think I can ever have more kids. I mean if I could I just wouldn’t since I’m mostly traumatized from giving birth again. But for now, as she just turned one this weekend, Im left with how fast it goes. I’m just trying to enjoy it all. Together.

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It has been one year. Already. I’ve never had anyone close to me die before then. I’ve been “lucky” I guess in that way. I’ve lost people but if they passed I wasn’t really old enough and understanding of it all, I should say. But, it happened as it is bound to in life. It was one of the saddest days, naturally.

I was at my doctor appointment for my 36-week checkup. I was pregnant with Liana. I got a phone call as I was leaving the office. Perfect timing actually, because the branch I was at, was basically attached to the hospital. My mom called to let me know they were taking grandpa from the  Convalescent home he had been staying at to the ER. ( He had a rough point up to then. Without going into everything that he was struggling with and declining in, just know he had Dementia too) While he was there he got worse. It’s sad and hard to see anyone go through that, and of corse more so someone you care about. Family.

So, at the hospital that day, I met my mom and grandmother to see what was going on. Things apparently had gotten worse, and they told us they didn’t know if he’d make it through the night. The rest of the family had come down to wait it out. He passed in the hospital, and we all got to go in and be around him.

It’s always hard dealing with death. I still don’t get it. It still doesn’t phase me sometimes. I can’t believe you just don’t get to see someone anymore. Ever. It’s just crazy. It’s also a whole other thing when someone has passed right in front of you, and you can see them just being there. But Gone. You have that last image of them like that, forever. Without much detail of all that, just know I was upset and stressed. While being in the last month of my pregnancy (go figure) so it was rough all around.(I honestly believe no matter what I’m told that it aided in my going into labor which will be in the next blog post but, that’s just me.)

You obviously have pictures and memories to help get you through. But time doesn’t care – it’s going to keep moving forward. So you hold onto the good and special things, and the person will always live through you. One of the things that’s cool is that we share a birthday. I know even though he’s gone, but I still get to share that with him, so it’s great.

This post could be so long if I went into everything. What he was like, what he’s done..and all of the memories. But I’ll leave it at:

~ Rest in peace gramps, we love you and miss you.  ❤ ~

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Let’s talk about socks, baby

Seriously where do they go!? I know it’s a common incident for us laundry doers. Articles of clothing just disappear in the washer/dryer world. The tiny baby socks are the worst. Liana is down to like, maybe two good pairs again. Chayse asked me yesterday when he was getting dressed for school why he always has to wear different socks lately. Why mommy can’t seem to match them *eye roll*. It’s not my fault the dryer gets hungry, ya know? I’m convinced that with the guy ones, the socks just disintegrated themselves in there, on purpose. Guy socks are so stinky and gross (maybe not all but definitely what I’ve had to deal with) that the socks just don’t want to go through that anymore. So they fall apart and wash away with the dirt, to a better fresh scented life.

Once in a while, the washer feels sorry. You know how it leaves some money behind on occasion? Yeah. It’s to make us feel better. We didn’t “forget” to check pockets or anything. It’s just saying, here’s some money you didn’t know was in the pockets–save towards more socks ;).

But really, the picture attached is a pile of socks from my sons load I washed. They have all lost their mate. I have come across posts about the mysterious ways of the missing laundry. I even saw a video once showing how a sock can go down under inside this little flap part of the dryer, and so that’s my best lead so far. One day I’ll solve this case.

Do you miss things other than socks? Let me know below, or FB. And yes, I did make a whole blog post about my laundry.

Happy first day of March!

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My son has “shark teeth”

The other night Chayse told me his mouth hurt. No big deal, not like he hasn’t said it before. I figured he had a sore or something. I got him into the light and saw a tooth. A big boy tooth. It was growing behind his baby teeth, instead of under like you’d expect. Now, maybe you’ve heard of it or seen it before, but I haven’t. I immediately felt my anxiety taking over and felt sick. It was just a little tooth, but I didn’t know what was happening to him or if it was an emergency or not. I automatically assume the worst either way, but I didn’t let him see I was freaked out. What’s wrong with his poor mouth. Why do they have to grow wrong. Why my kid. They’re going to have to pull his teeth. I told him his adult tooth was just coming in, just like he’s been wanting to happen. He looked confused. You and me both kid. “But mom, my teeth aren’t out yet they aren’t even wiggly.” he said. I checked for myself, and he was right his cute little tiny baby teeth weren’t coming out at all. I didn’t know what to call it to even google it. I kept typing in different variations of teeth that grew behind baby teeth and reading through the stories. He only has one in for now, but you can see the other will come just like the pictures on the sites. Finally, someone gave me a name or, nickname, for it.

Shark teeth.

The name comes from what you’d think, sharks – since they have more than one row of teeth. Approximately 1 out of 10 kids can get shark teeth. In most cases the teeth just grow in behind the baby teeth for whatever reason is happening (either no space in the jaw or the root of the baby tooth failed to dissolve enough, so it came up on its own somewhere else) and then push the baby teeth out from behind. It seemed so much more painful reading it happening that way. In the other cases, the baby teeth do have to be extracted. That is what made my heart sink. Mostly because his weren’t even a tad loose. Any new procedure or pain he might have just made me sick, and my anxiety will stay high until the issue is over.. which could end up being weeks. So now we have a little period of time before he sees the dentist where we can hope they correct on its own.

On top of that, he’s getting his 6-year-old molars. This poor kid is like a teething baby all over again. At least, he can think he’s as cool as a shark for a little bit.

Let me know if you have you heard about it or not below or on FB. Maybe I’m just living in a bubble.

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A Frozen night, and not from Elsa.

My husband woke me up just before midnight -and my first thought was to kill him because I had JUST fallen asleep and was pissed, but he had a good reason- to inform me that it was unusually cold in the house. Like, the same as the outside single digits feeling cold. Just our luck, something was wrong with our heat. We had oil delivered recently so I knew it couldn’t be that. He tried different things for almost an hour, but we just had to give up it was almost 1 am, no one was awake, and there was nothing we could do. I have a little space heater, so I figured we’d be okay with the bedroom door closed all crammed in there. Trying to keep the tiniest bit of heat inside from that dinky thing did nothing. I was still shivering by 3 am. The kids were covered with two blankets each even. I felt so sorry it was rough (though they didn’t mind since they were in dreamland). They made sure they woke up extra early naturally. I was praying by some miracle we could sleep in until the oil place opened at 8. By 6 we were all awake and under blankets huddled in front of the heater listening to my son say how bored he was staying in one room after oh I don’t know, maybe 10 minutes. Our pipes also froze so there’s that too.

So yeah, I guess it was not a good morning. We finally went to Grandma’s house to be warm after 8 since she is right down the road. Going in and out of the freezing cold didn’t help either since the girls and I don’t feel all that great still. I wanted to cry I was shivering and couldn’t feel my toes.

My point is, don’t take heat for granted. Things happen randomly even when you think you’re prepared. I know people say these things all the time, myself included. But, I can not imagine any animal, person, living thing out in the brutal cold like that. Especially this weekend when it was negative below and the wind made it feel like negative 27 or so around here. Normally you get cold and you can bundle up or turn up the heat but it’s crazy that there are people who can’t. Even being temporarily cold for one night was intense. Apparently so bad that I had to make a whole post about it to complain. 😉 So stay warm out there, and be happy you or your family is indoors and safe. It’s the little things you have to be thankful for, and hopefully, not when it’s too late. But hey, even then, better late than never.

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Diy Valentine’s crafts 

 I still am not feeling great from being sick all month with pneumonia. It’s been a long, painful, slow, bloodwork filled recovery. Now my girls are both getting sick with runny noses and are extra crabby, so there’s that.

But, with Valentine’s Day around the corner and having Chayse home from school because of snow and other things, we attempted some crafts. I am horrible at crafts. I like doing them, but I think my 5-year old has better skills. Let’s just say it’s hard to tell who cut what and who drew which when you look at both of our art.

I am also excited, more than him, that my son gets to bring in those cute little Valentine’s Day cards for his class this week. I love that stuff. But back to it, here is some of what we did today with the number next to it if it’s on the link at the bottom:

  • Turn your pencils into love arrows
  • Hand shaped heart cards(#9)
  • Heart stamp (#12)
  • Heart link chain (#15)
  • Lollipop flowers
  • Paper plate heart hats

We cut love bugs and drew other random things but I didn’t get a picture of those into the collage above. Well, not one that I’m willing to share as proof of my attempts! 🙂

Here’s the link below for some easy crafts. I choo-choo-choose you, to have fun!(Simpson’s reference if you caught that 😉 ). Let me know below or on FB if you try any.§ion=us_good-news&ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000023