Lipstick and Legos

Last week was our spring break, and while everyone I knew was off laying on a beach with a book and a beverage--or so it seemed--I was at home looking like Rosie the Riveter.  I grew up spring cleaning on spring break, and my kids are going to do the same, dang it.  I shared some of my spring cleaning tips on Instagram, and then decided to create a post with all the tips, tricks, how-to's, and products I love.  You're welcome. Get organized! The night before I'm going to begin my spring cleaning, I make a list of EVERYTHING I want to get done during the week.  This list is usually lofty, and I have not ONCE made it through the entire thing.  However, having the list is motivating to keep working, and the kids like the fulfillment of scratching things off.  My list has everything broken down by room.  For example: FRONT ROOM -walls -baseboards -vacuum -window -dust -window screen -blinds -wash blanket -beat rug -wipe fan ...

Being a first time mom, I was terrified.  Who isn't? Like... I can't even be trusted to wear matching socks, and you want me to take this human being home? And keep him alive? As Rhett and I got to know each other over the first little bit of his life, I decided I was the world's best mom.  He slept when I said; he ate when I said.  He was adorable, and smart, and HUGE.  I remember thinking that I couldn't fathom what moms were complaining about.  It isn't THAT hard.  Oh Amber... you big, BIG idiot. If Rhett left me thinking I was a good mom, Larsen went ahead and DASHED all those ideas in one fail swoop.  Straight from the womb Larsen was a screamer.  He was the worst sleeper ever, the worst eater ever, and he couldn't decide what he wanted.  If I picked him up, he screamed.  If I laid him down, he screamed.  If I sang him a song, he screamed... although, to be fair, most do.  All of a sudden I realized that I had ZERO ide...