WHAT’S IN MY MAKEUP BAG

HAPPY SATURDAY BABES!

Can y’all tell how excited I am, that it is the freakin’ weekend? CHEERS β™‘

Okay, so I just wanted to take a moment before I head out on errands, solo I might add (otherwise known as a mini vacay for one), I wanted to hop on and quickly share with y’all what products exactly I use daily and store in my makeup bag!

My go-to, everyday, day n’ night, all occasions makeup bag. . .

Featured above:

Brushes (top to bottom): Maskcara B Squared Brush (Bronzer + Blush); Maskcara The Detail HAC; Maskcara The Multitasker; (featured right) Eco Tools double ended Brow Brush; and (featured right) Maskcara Perfector Sponge.

Primer: Younique Touch Glorious Primer

Face (Foundation, highlight, contour, illuminator, blush, bronzer, eyeshadow, eye liner, lipstick, and setting powder): Maskcara HAC Stack. . . YEP. ALL. OF. THAT. β™‘

Mascara: L’Oreal Voluminous (Carbon Black)

Lippie: Too Faced Lip Injection Extreme (Clear)

What’s inside my HAC Stack you’re wondering. . . Pure freakin’ magic πŸ‘‡

Top layer
Photo by: Alyssa C Dodenhoff
Bottom Layer
Photo by: Alyssa C Dodenhoff

So there ya have it gals! You now have the ultimate 411 β™‘

Message me if interested in customizing your own magical palette; Visit @thecheekymidwesterner on IG!

Much love –

Mom Guilt

Mom Guilt

Feeling guilty for feeling frustrated and overwhelmed? Yep. Right there with ya mama.

Little Miss Brooklyn Meadow has been havin’ herself a dang day. She threw me for a curveball with her morning nap. Just when I thought (with good reason I might add) that she was getting herself into a napping routine, she decided to switch things up on me. 10:30 nap time turned into 1:30, mom I’m too tired to eat lunch, nap time. Meal times have turned into food fights. The good ol’ toddler days as most of you seasoned mamas like to call it, yes, they most certainly are upon us.

Today I have felt overwhelmed more times than I felt calm and at peace.

And now, while I sit out here with my beautiful baby while she plays in her kiddie pool on this beautiful 90Β° Oklahoma day, I cannot help but feel like a really, really guilty #blessedmama.

I cannot help but feel upset with myself for feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. Is it because I am overtired? Possibly. Maybe it is because I have not had a free moment to myself in literal weeks because Rob has been so busy with work? That too is a very good possibility.

So then I just have to ask, why, why as mamas are we always so hard on ourselves? I don’t care if you are a stay-at-home mama or a working mama or a working from home, stay-at-home mama. . . We are all on the same struggle bus. #MOMLIFE. Our job, as a mama, is darn tough. We have a lot on our plates! Between keeping the tiny humans alive and taking care of our spouses, our fur babies, our homes, etc., our plates are legitmentally overflowing. Like, we are almost at (needing a) second plate status.

I then ask myself, why, why can’t we look at all of the good we put out into the world, the good that we (more often than not) show our tiny humans on the daily? Why is it, that we are always seemingly striving for perfection? Plain ol’ simple, why can’t we give ourselves a darn break?

And I am sure if y’all have read to this point you’re looking for the golden answer. The end all, be all answer to solve this widespread problem that we are all facing (#momprobs). And I hate to break it to you mamas, but I really don’t have the answer. . . If you’d like, I can link the dozens and dozens of blogs and articles that I have come across in my journey of solving what seems like a “me” problem. However, throughout my search, I was disappointed in my ability to find the proverbial golden ticket.

But here is what I have found to help me (and it may just help y’all too):

First off, remind yourself that you’re a great, not just a good parent, a great one. Repeat after me: “I am a great parent!” I dare you to say this a thousand of times until you are blue in the face! If you didn’t give a damn, you wouldn’t be! Feeling frustrated is normal. Think about all of your non-mom-ing experiences throughout the day that leave you frustrated as all heck. It’s so N O R M A L.

Second, just breathe. Breathe mama, breathe. This too shall pass. You’re human, it is normal to experience overwhelming and frustrating feelings. Be thankful that you aren’t a dang robot who doesn’t experience any sort of emotion whatsoever.

Third, what I have found to help combat my feelings that are overwhelming and frustrating in nature, is to just laugh. Literally, laugh it off. You know what is frustrating you more than anything? Your dang laundry list of to-do’s. Well guess what, they can freakin’ wait! Your laundry, yep, that can get done tomorrow. The work that you have been trying to get to all day? The heck with it. Once your kiddos eventually get down for a nap, or to sleep at the end of the day, get er’ done mama. . . They don’t call us “MOM” for nothing (“MOM” upside down is “WOW” – Curtesy my mama, thank ya girly!). I promise you, once you mentally chuck your laundry list, your current tornado of a situation will either completely take a turn for the better, if not at least, lessen from an F6 (this is literally movie-grade tornado) to a F0 (we Okie’s experience this every other day when we face a storm) real quick.

Lastly mamas, just let it go. Ya heard me right. Let. It. Go. Move it along, and enjoy every precious second you have with your babes. Make each consequent second better than the last. Join mama groups, whether they be in person or virtual – Connect with other mamas, and do what we gals do best, chat it up. You’ll really start to see that you aren’t alone!

And if all else fails, just remember: “There ain’t no hood like motherhood,” and y’all are oh so blessed to be apart of it.

Sweet dreams loves!

Much love –

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Tonight Lord, we pray for those suffering from chronic illness. Day to day they struggle Lord, both physically and mentally. At times, they wonder if this will be there forever.

We pray Lord that these warriors know God’s comfort, and that they continue to carry out hope and refrain from getting discouraged. Lord we ask that you please surround these warriors in your loving embrace, and be with them always to remind them to keep the faith.

We ask this in Jesus’ name, Amen β™‘

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Tonight Lord, we pray for our stay-at-home mamas, whose work is often overlooked and sometimes, undervalued. This mama is home with her babies day and night. She is not given a lunch break, as she is always punching the clock. The hard work that she consistently puts into her child(ren), at times gets tiring. She is tired Lord. At times, she feels breakable. Please be with this mama Lord. We ask You Lord, that You bless her hands. Please show this mama how loved and appreciated she truly is Lord. We ask that You please bring her the strength and fortitude to keep moving forward. We ask this in Jesus’ name, Amen β™‘

Prince Charming + Tito’s

Happy Tuesday y’all!

So, let’s talk Mother’s Day mamas. . . And, let’s be really, really real.

My Mother’s Day definitely did not play out as I had expected.Β  Did yours?

Throughout all of the years of waiting. . . Waiting for my husband to get home after the end of a long week of traveling, waiting for him to come home after months of training, I have found that the hardest part of the waiting game comes just days before their arrival.Β  The excitement, the expectations. . . They all start to build up.

Just a lil’ background info for y’all: My husband was on a weekend flight this past weekend, and so Brooklyn Meadow, Lemon, and myself enjoyed a girl’s weekend in.Β  Filled with pizza dates and tiny adventures, we had greatly anticipated the return of our knight in shining armor.

My mind had switched over to fantasy mode, and I began to enter a dream-like state.Β  In my head, I had dreamt up the perfect outfit, the perfect hello, the perfect kiss.Β  In my head, I could see him running to me and engulfing me in a full embrace.Β  I pictured him holding me tight, never wanting to let go.Β  A day filled with sharing stories and stealing kisses.Β  Can y’all tell I am a dreamer or what?

So, on Sunday when I had received the “OK” to leave for the airport, my mind went into overdrive.Β  My handsome husband in his flight suit was going to walk off the runway, run to me and hold his girls tightly.Β  We were going to spend the afternoon brunchin’, drinking mimosas on the patio overlooking cornfields.Β  We would spend the rest of the evening as a family, on a walk, relaxing, appreciating one another.

SCREEEEEEEEECH.

“Hey babe?Β  Can we go home so that I can change out of my flight suit?” *Cue Brooklyn Meadow crying, crankily anticipating a nap in the backseat*

My fairytale began to unravel as we got closer and closer to home.

I was discouraged, disappointed, upset.

Needless to say, after getting home, we spent the remainder of the day inside quietly, as my husband napped.

Was I mad as hell?Β  Yes.Β  At him.Β  At the situation.Β  The day.Β  Myself.Β  Yes.

And here is why I love writing so dang much.Β  Because writing has and had allowed me to reflect on the situation.Β  It allows (and had allowed) me to see my written perspective against a blank, unbiased canvas.Β  Without my mind interrupting, I can (and did) truly mediate and reflect on my situation.

My husband didn’t “ruin” my Mother’s Day.Β  I didn’t ruin it.Β  No one ruined it.Β  It just didn’t turn out as I had expected.

I, simply, in the midst of dreaming, had lost sight of my reality.

In my dream-like state, I failed to factor in that my husband worked hard and long hours all weekend.Β  He was physically and mentally exhausted.Β  He had an early morning and a set of flights to prepare for the next day.Β  I, on the other hand, was running on very little sleep and as a result was irritable and on edge.

Often, we brew expectations in our mind automatically and subconsciously.Β  We simply cannot help it.

In the end gals, we should never release ourself from knowing our self-worth and carrying forth what we know and believe we deserve.Β  And although our expectations form suddenly and without warning, we must learn to separate our fairytale expectations from reality.Β  Hold up – I am not saying stop dreaming!Β  No, no, no.Β  We must just be mindful.Β  At the end of the day, life is going to pan out the way it is supposed to pan out β™‘

Ultimately y’all, God’s (the Universe’s, whomever or whatever you believe in’s) expectations for our life are sometimes different than our expectations for our life.

So, just ride the wave.Β  Be thankful.Β  Practice gratitude.Β  Give yourself a little grace.Β  It is okay that you aren’t always super mindful of your blessings in the heat of the moment.Β  Forgive yourself.Β  Allow yourself to grow from it. #glowup

And sometimes, you just need to sit back, relax, have a little Tito’s and let life happen.

Much love –