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Keeping it Real: Career Change, Motherhood, Life
I honestly can’t say that turning 30 had me doing cartwheels, but saying goodbye to my twenties has given me some clarity in perspective. Maybe, it’s the lack of sleep at night that has given me more time to reflect on things. Thanks to a teething 3 month-old. In any case, my musings have led me to share with you three things that have taken me this long to figure out!
I think we’re all guilty of holding ourselves to a timeline. At 22, I was going to graduate college; 23, I’d marry the man of my dreams and I’d land my dream job; 24, we’d start our family; 25, we’d be settled in our house and the American Dream would be in full effect.
Surprise! That’s not how it played out. I transferred schools and ended up graduating at 24. I married my boyfriend of six years at 24, which quickly ended in a divorce within that same year. I ended up meeting my actual Prince Charming. I substitute taught and served many long-term teaching positions before, finally, securing a permanent teaching position. After moving to a different state. I came to the realization that the schools in Florida were nothing like the schools back home and decided to exit teaching. (Read my former posts. There’s a lot more to that storyline! ) Children came at 26 and 29. Here I sit today.
Here’s the thing guys- I had no clue what I wanted! Hence, the name Aimless Amy. I wandered around from interest to interest. Real estate, direct marketing, mentoring, teaching….you can call me a jack of all trades! I’m a lifelong learner. I like to try new things. I enjoy creating. I get bored easily. I’m a firm believer that change is a good thing. I don’t like to be boxed in. I thought that I was going to be happy teaching forever. That was a glaring misconception.
I walked away, and I’m not looking back. I started this blog as a passion project; something to bring me joy. It has led to many open doors ghostwriting for company websites and to my current role now. I’m a stay at home mommy who gets to work with clients to develop their websites, write blog content and manage their social media accounts. I absolutely love what I do! What’s the point, Amy? I’m going to hit you with the truth right now. Don’t worry if you get lost on the way to your preconceived goals! Things always have a way of working themselves out. Take your time getting lost. You may just find yourself.
Why are we in such a hurry to hit all the life milestones? When I was a child, there was nothing I wanted more than to grow up and to go my own way. That time finally came. I started college and moved into my own apartment. What’s this cooking thing? Cereal, pizza, and beer became the staples of my diet. Wait, I have to do my own laundry? Bills? You’re telling me that I actually have to pay for water?
Partying was fun. Waking up with a hangover and still having responsibilities was not so fun. College was my first glimpse of what it was like to live in the “real world.” Yup, adulting sucks. It doesn’t get easier as you get older. Bills double. Responsibilities triple. Kids enter the picture. Then your idea of partying becomes staying up until 9 p.m. binging on carbs. 9:30 p.m. with a glass of wine if you’re really wild.
Motherhood is hard. I’m not talking about the annoyances of pregnancy, the pain of childbirth, or the agony of worrying over every little detail concerning your child/ren. Those things are present, and they’re real. No, I’m talking about the fact that mothers literally give everything of themselves. We run ourselves to the ground to make sure our kids hit the ground running. My mom worked a full-time job as a nurse, often working odd hours. She had three kids to take care of. My dad worked long hours. She was not always physically present at times when I needed. But, she was always emotionally present when I needed- even when she was exhausted beyond belief. It’s only now, that I’m a mother myself, that I’m able to appreciate how deep a mother’s love and sacrifice is. For this, I am humbled.
There you have it! I don’t have my whole act together yet, but I trust that these words will resonate with you. Hopefully, these truths will make sense to you before you reach the ripe age of 30! I would also like to add some nuggets of truth that deserve honorable mentions, but didn’t make the list: Hiding in the bathroom will always buy you a solid ten minutes of peace from the kiddos, reverse psychology works just as well on your spouse as it does with your kids , crying for receiving traffic tickets doesn’t work as well as it used to in your twenties.
Are there any words of wisdom or grand realizations that you’d like to share for the good of the group? Leave a comment below!
If you’ve been keeping up with my blog then you know that my life has been pretty crazy lately. In the midst of walking away from teaching, having a baby, and dealing with my toddler’s leg recovery, I’m also planning a Disney wedding! To be fair, I’m planning alongside my coordinator with JustMarry! She has handled securing most of the vendors that are included in our wedding package. We were only responsible for booking the DJ and hair and makeup artist. Let’s be honest, we actually means me. I’ve been in planning mode and Corey is just along for the ride! Bless his heart. While planning, I’ve come across some findings and some revelations that have helped me and will, hopefully, help my fellow brides-to-be.
This seems like a no-brainer, but let me clarify. You’ll want to find the one early on in the process. I’m four months out from my big day, and I just recently found my dress. I’m not really sure why I thought I could just find a dress as if it would be a simple thing. It’s not. It’s complicated! It was also more complicated by the fact that I was four weeks postpartum. This could also lead me to a possible tip #2, but I digress. There were several designers that had to be ruled out because the dresses wouldn’t arrive in time for alterations. This led to a lot of unneeded stress and an unnecessary sense of urgency. I spent hours on Pinterest looking at various designers and styles; mermaid, trumpet, A-line, ball gown, sheath. I had a vision of what I thought I wanted but ended up with something different than my first choice.
We all know that just because something looks good on the hanger, doesn’t mean it looks good on you. It’s a hard pill to swallow. You may have envisioned walking down the aisle in a princess-style ballgown but realize you look like the dress swallowed you up. Or, maybe you pictured yourself as the modern bride with the fishtail gown. When trying on the dress, you realize that you look less like Ariel and more like Ursula. Get those preconceived notions out of your head and try on anything and everything. Go crazy with ruffles, tulle, backless, straps, bling, buttons, lace, trains, bustles, and necklines galore!
Let’s go back to Pinterest. It’s the app I love to hate. I consult with Pinterest for all ideas and inspiration. This has led me to be over my head in planning parties on many occasions. I see something fabulous in pictures, get a false sense of confidence and start thinking I can do things that are clearly above my skill level. What transpires is equivalent to those cake fail memes.
Planning a wedding can get you carried away. Quickly. Last week, a 15-foot flower wall wasn’t even on your radar, but this week you’re convinced you can’t have a wedding without one. Thanks, Pinterest. This is true of every single wedding, but especially in planning a Disney wedding. It’s easy to get caught up in the magic and the production of it all. Disney can make all of your visions come to life and can offer just about anything you request. With all of the enhancements and add-ons, it can easily turn into an elaborate affair. Also, if you’re planning an event such as a dessert party for a wedding or another special occasion, the parks offer special perks. For example, you can pay per person for the ride mix-in option which allows your guests a private ride onto one of the popular rides in that respective park! These add-ons can start to spiral out of control.
At the end of the day, you need to remind yourself of the essentials, the elements that are most important to the two of you and stick to your guns. Unless money is no object. In that case, do it all! Otherwise, you’ll get swept away in all of the details and options.
One of the possibilities available to Disney brides is having pictures taken in front of Cinderella’s castle. Actually, this is an opportunity available to ANY bride and can be taken in ANY of the Disney parks. Maybe, you are getting married in Pennsylvania but still want your princess pictures. You can do that! If the castle isn’t your style, you can get pictures done in front of The Tree of Life in Animal Kingdom. If you’re not an official Disney bride (explained in previous posts) then you can run into some problems. There are some things you need to know, which I wasn’t aware of:
Currently, I’m running into an issue of booking. Dates fill up quickly! Be mindful of events happening within Disney which can really complicate your desired date. Our wedding date happens to fall in between some busy times within the parks. Basically, we can’t have our pictures taken when we wanted. We will either have to have them done a month before our wedding, (this won’t work because I didn’t adhere to my Tip #1) or have them taken two months after our wedding. I won’t get into how sad I am about this. As mentioned in prior posts, you’ll want to weigh the pros and cons of having an official Disney Fairytale wedding vs. a wedding on Disney property.
The simple fact is, you’re not going to make everyone happy. You have to take your and your partner’s wishes into account FIRST before all others. Afterall, this day is about the two of you. If you want to wear a pink dress, do it! If you guys don’t want to invite your second cousin, don’t! Yes, this is a very big party that your family and friends will attend and you want to make sure that they have a good time. Make sure that YOU have a good time too and don’t worry about the nonsense! Everyone will have an opinion, but the most important one should be the one that you have. And, of course, your partner. Unless it contradicts your opinion!
As I approach closer to my own wedding, I’ll continue to share any nuggets of truth I encounter and will share with you some pictures of some DIY projects I haven’t completely flopped.
Are there any other tips/advice that you can share with the rest of us? Please drop a comment below!
I should preface this by saying that I love being a mom.
Now that we got that out of the way, let me paint a picture for you of what motherhood is really like. You may have heard people tell you that motherhood is one of the greatest gifts. It is. Motherhood is one of the most rewarding jobs. It is. Motherhood makes all of those sleepless nights worth it. That’s debatable!
It’s been four weeks since Carson has joined our family, and it’s been four weeks since I’ve had longer than a two hour stretch of sleep. Infancy is a form of cruel punishment for parents. Just when you think you’re safe to relax, a cry emerges to wake you from the start of your sleep. So the routine continues. Feed, burp, diaper change, pat, put down to sleep. One hour later, crying ensues and it’s the same deal. It’s the greatest running of the hamster wheel. This is motherhood. Let’s talk about some of the other joyous aspects.
If you decide to nurse, plan on not doing anything for the next several weeks. I mean anything. Forget luxuries like showering, eating, talking on the phone, etc. Going out in public for more than an hour without having to whip out a boob seems like you’ve accomplished climbing Mt. Everest. Your sole purpose is to be a milk vending machine for this little one. You’re in demand at all times and this tiny dictator runs the show.
Now would also be a good time to mention that the first few weeks of their existence, you’ll be confined to the house. That is if you are a worrywart like me. No, this is not my first rodeo. I’m not that naive, first-time mom who thinks that Google knows all. But, I am a mom who Googles everything and it scares the crap out of me. If I’m being honest. I’m all for keeping my child in a bubble for the first two months of existence. I’ve read the stories of moms taking their one week old to Disney and everything was fine. More power to those moms. But, I’ve also done enough neurotic researching to know that even the slightest look from a stranger with a cough could turn into RSV. Maybe not. But, why chance it?! So, here in the house I stay locked up with my babe attached to my boob and my pajama shirt covered in spit up. This leads me to my next point.
Remember the times when you would take an hour to do your hair, get your makeup looking on point, pick out those cute tops with the tight shorts that made your ass look so good? Yeah, me either. You won’t find me in clothes. In fact, if I’m wearing yoga pants, that means I’ve dressed up for you. I live in my pajamas. My new hairstyle is the slept-in ponytail. My makeup look….haha…just kidding. No such thing as makeup in a world where you have one minute of free time to yourself. You have important decisions to make with what to do during your fleeting free time. Do you want to eat or do you want to bother with concealer? Let me tell you something. There’s no amount of concealer that’s going to hide the bags under your eyes anyways. Priorities.
Let’s keep it real. You won’t find me in the kitchen too often if it doesn’t involve rummaging the snack cupboard. I hate to cook, but there are times when you just have to. The other day, I managed to cook dinner with one hand while Peanut was stuck to my boob. As I type this article, I’m sitting on the floor– holding a binky to his mouth and rocking his seat with my foot. I still haven’t mastered changing a diaper one-handed. It’s a work in progress.
After the stir-craziness begins to take its toll on your overall well-being, you’ll find any excuse to leave the house. I’ve taken a new liking to grocery shopping. I find myself fantasizing about frolicking through the aisles without any kids. After getting lost in aisles of spices and dinner kits, I come home feeling like I just got back from a week-long trip from the Virgin Islands. Any time spent outside of the house, away from the demands of constant feeding and your toddler obsessively humming the Incredibles theme song, feels like the most needed relaxation. Heck, I almost packed a beach chair the last time I went to Publix!
I used to think that getting C.J. out of the house was bad. Now, with the addition of our little one, it has turned into an Oscar Awards-type production. Potty. Sippy cup. Pack diaper bag. Deal with the toddler tantrum that ensues after being told that we aren’t going to (insert place.) Get the shoes on…. where are your shoes?! Feed the baby. Baby cries. Burp him. He’s crying again. Try feeding him on the other side. He seems content now. What’s that smell? Change his diaper. Change his outfit for the third time because of the massive blowout. Pack the car seat. Baby is crying again. Go back in the house and look for the damn binky. Found it! Go back to the car and pack the double stroller (which doesn’t want to fit in the trunk). Wrestle with the stroller for 5 minutes. Buckle toddler in the car seat. Get in the driver’s seat. Take a deep breath! Try not to lose your cool.
Motherhood is like a sorority initiation. All the veteran moms will tell you how great it is, all the while secretly sneering at your demise. They know the hazing that is about to befall you. They welcome you with open arms and gloss over all of the parts that no one wants to tell you about. You all know what I’m talking about. The fine little details like the likelihood of pooping during labor, getting stitches in your va-jay-jay, dealing with leaking/spraying nipples, the fact that breastfeeding feels like your nips are put through a cheese grater, the feeling of wanting to cry at any given moment, but laughing at the exhaustion of it all.
That’s the stuff motherhood is made of. Yet, it’s all made worth it through the happiness of your children. I look at mine in amazement and still marvel at the idea that those little boys are the reason why my heart’s so full. And why my body’s so tired.
Hi guys! Carson has finally made his debut and I thought I would fill you in on my pregnancy stories and update you with some adorable pictures! Pregnancy is no small feat and having two children has definitely been an adjustment for our family. C.J. adores his little brother and has taken on the role of helper and big brother with complete excitement! As mothers, we have an innate ability to block out all of the pain and rough times associated with childbirth and opt to do it over and over again. I wanted to share my pregnancy journey with you guys– now that I made it out on the other side. Barely!
Let me tell you about the first pregnancy. It’s an exciting time! Every week, you read the developmental updates of your little peanut. You are filled with anticipation and SO many questions. Who will they look more like? Which stroller is best? Should you co-sleep? When should you sleep train? Breastfeed or formula? Daycare or nanny? How soon can you take them in public? How will you handle their first date? Which college will they attend? Ok. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. The point is, you find yourself obsessing about every… little… thing. The first few months are also a terrifying time. You celebrate each day that you approach the “safe zone” and attempt to quell all of the uncertainty of miscarriage and other potential problems. You look forward to every doctor’s appointment for reassurance and to hear that beautiful, little heartbeat. Baby bump pictures litter your social media feeds weekly. When due date arrives, or in some cases, comes and goes, you are beyond ready to welcome your little one into the world.
My pregnancy and delivery experience with my first son was wonderful. Dare I say, blissful! I was lucky enough to not have to deal with morning sickness and only suffered with occasional heartburn, minor aches and pains, and insomnia during the last trimester. I recall delivery being ea
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