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Goodbye 2024, hello 2025!

2024 was an interesting year. I wouldn't call it a great year, but I wouldn't call it the worst. There were moments that almost broke me. But there were also moments that I'll never forget. January: one of the core memories of January was probably the 24 hour Curl-a-thon for the hospital. Curling at 2 am was absolutely exhausting but so much fun.  February: February is always one of the oddest months. It's short but it feels so damn long. I took a new position at work which came with a well deserved pay increase.  March: Blake and Corbin started 4H clubs. Which I would quickly learn meant a lot of involvement on our part as well. I also spent much of March over worked and completely burnt out. I think I found a new level of exhaustion. We also had our first IVF transfers, our first positive test, and our first chemical pregnancy.  April: Lou turned 16. I wasn't quite ready for that.  May: May was full of babies on the farm. Our geese hid a nest of 15 eggs from us an...
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40 sucks!

"40 is the new 20".... yeah, whoever decided that lied. I've been 40 for 4 months now and I would like to cancel my subscription please. And I'm not even sure if it's actually the turning of 40, or the fact that I am in that "middle aged" season of my life where nothing is fun anymore, I'm constantly tired, my back hurts if I sneeze, and my weekends are spent cleaning the house no one ever seems to want to clean during the week.  And I'm not saying I don't appreciate having a house to clean and kids to run places, but sometimes I would like to just stay out till 2 AM dancing and drinking with friends by a bonfire and not have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn the next day. Or go on a vacation that doesn't include theme parks and 400 bathroom breaks, and barf bags and gravol because kids get car sick, and a car that smells like a locker room because boys are disgusting.  I also thought being married in my 40's would be a whole lot mo...
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Are you pregnant or just fat?

One of the hardest things I think about working with the public, especially with a generally older population, is that old people have no filter. It's honestly like working with children. They have no problem telling you exactly what they are thinking. And you're left there to just smile and pretend like their brutal honestly hasn't just broke you. A month or so ago I was at a client's house doing an assessment. I had on what I thought was a cute top, pinstripe button-up 3/4 sleeve, with a mock black vest on top, paired with some cute black pants and flats. I actually felt good about how I looked when I went to work that day. My day was going great until the words "So are you pregnant or just fat?" came out of her mouth. I smiled graciously and said "Just fat", when inside I wanted to die. The appointment was the longest 15 minutes of my life. I just wanted out of her house and into my car to cry. Which is exactly what I did, I sat in my car and crie...
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