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Things I Don’t Care About

August 4th, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Things I Don’t Care About”

Something I’ve learned from my podcast guests and conversations I’ve had with people about topics discussed on the podcast is this: there are lots of things we don’t care about so we can pursue things we do care about.

There are lots of things I can’t care about so I can focus on what matters to me.  These things have shifted over the years.  When I was in my early 20s and without children, I cared a lot more about certain things.  And now as an almost 30-year-old with two children, I just can’t care about those same things anymore.

Truthfully, I feel a tinge of worriedness when I think about the things I don’t care about.  But then I decided something I can’t care about is what other people think.  So, here are things I don’t care about:

+Wrinkles.  As in clothing wrinkles.  I believe once upon a time I owned an iron.  But I’ve never learned how to use it.

+Wrinkles.  As in the kind on your face.  When I first noticed fine lines under my eyes, I freaked a little.  And now I’m all, whatever.  I could find a cream for that, I suppose.  Or slather on coconut oil because that’s my go-to for most things.


+What my kids wear.  Kate is adamant about what she wears.  Therefore, she wears outlandish things, pairing together reds with purples, a tank top over a dress, two different types of socks.  I just don’t care.  I’d rather her get dressed on her own, without my help, so I can enjoy another cup of coffee than fight with her over clothes.  Similar with Michael.  Kate wants to pick his clothes.  I allow her.  Therefore, most days he looks like I dressed him in the dark.  I just don’t care.

+What my kids look like, in general.  I can’t remember the last time I brushed Kate’s hair.  If we’re running late (spoiler alert: that’s all the time), I push on brushing her teeth and skip the hair.  I feel a tinge of guilt when I see other little girls with neat ponytails and Kate’s hair looks cave-woman-esq.  But she’s happy because I didn’t fight her and I’m happy because I didn’t fight her.  So, win!


+That my laundry sits in laundry baskets, on the floor, until I get to it.  I can’t keep up.  I just can’t.  Especially not now since we’re living with my parents while our house is under construction.  So, for those keeping score, that’s 7 people.  And 2 dogs.  I’ve just got to get the laundry in the washing machine and into the dryer and out of the laundry room as fast as I can, so the next person can get in there with his or her stuff.  So, that means our stuff sits in our room until I get to it.  For how long?  Maybe a couple days.  Maybe more like a week plus.

+The general unorganized nature of our life.  Truth: I love everything in it’s place.  When we lived in our old house, I was good about keeping things picked up in and in the appropriate spot.  But since our life is topsy-turvy with this housing issue, stuff doesn’t have a place.  That means I have to shove random stuff in random places.  I don’t like this.  It’s not my way.  But, I’m embracing it and deciding not to care right now because it’s just how it has to be for now.  That means I’ve got a mess on our bedroom floor 95% of the time, an unmade bed, a mess of notebooks and pens and computer cords on my desk.  And let’s not even get into the tangled web of jewelry mess on the dresser.  It’s bad.  But I just can’t care about it now because we’re in limbo until our house is done.


+The state of my car.  When I was single and childless, I kept my car immaculate.  I washed it religiously.  I never, ever, EVER left trash in the car.  And now?  My car is my mobile response unit.  I live out of the car most days since I’m traveling all over the Northern Virginia area for work, to pick up and drop off kids, for social outings, errand running, etc… because my life is back in Vienna but we’re living in McLean until the house is done.  So, I’m often eating breakfast and lunch in the car on my way to and fro.  I’m often transporting kids and things between my parent’s house and my in law’s house and our storage unit.  It’s a mess.  Whenever I need to get gas (which is often), that’s when I take the time to at least toss out the trash.  So one day I had the kids with me, and I went through the car, picking up trash while we waited for the tank to fill up.  No joke, this is what Kate said: “MAMA!  LOOK!  You can see the floor now!”  Yep.

+That I wear the same uniform most days.  When I love something, I’m gonna wear it all the time.  As the theme of this post suggests, I don’t have much time to fuss.  So I wear a uniform that looks like this: Athleta Bettona jegging capris + striped t-shirt/solid t-shirt + sparkly earrings + my favorite initial necklace from Tiffany’s + Lululemon vinyasa scarf.  Done and done.  This is comfortable, cute, and easy.  I can bend over and chase Michael down the street and not worry my underwear is showing.  It’s not super fancy nor do I look like a runway model.  But I feel good and it’s easy.

+Cooking.  I don’t know how to cook.  I do hope cooking is something I can do more of in my new kitchen since it will feature larger than 1 foot of counter space like we had in our old house.  But I’m not going to sweat it right now.  Each week I chat with Dan about what he can grill, I pick up bagged salads and veggies.  And that’s our dinner!  Grilled item + bagged salad + bagged veggies/fruit.  Done and done!

+Showing my imperfections.  When I was in high school and college and through much of my 20s, I feared anyone seeing my imperfect self.  Let me tell you, it’s exhausting keeping up that charade!  Being perfect all the dang time is too much.  Just can’t.  So now when a mom friend says, Sarah, wow, you’re building a house and working part-time and producing your blog/podcast!  That’s amazing!  I don’t know how you do it!  Girl, please.  I don’t do it!  See the aforementioned list!  I’m not spending hours cooking or cleaning out my car or putting away wash!  Real talk: last night I let the kids eat PopTarts for dinner because I had things to do!  I do not apologize for this or feel guilty.  I’m not judging my worth as a mother on one dinner of PopTarts.  Look at all I did with them this week and all the nutritious meals I provided them (The aforementioned bagged salad and veggies/fruit.).  We played, we danced, we cuddled.  I launched into signing BackStreet Boys instead of yelling when Kate and Michael fought over a drinkable yogurt and it burst all over the floor.  I could have yelled because, of course, we were late!  But instead, I started singing EVERYBODY!  YEAH YEAH!  ROCK YOUR BODY! while removing Michael’s clothes and using them to wipe up the spilled yogurt.  Everyone had a good laugh.

Something I work to remember everyday: this is a season.  And I know, it’s kind of annoying when other people say that.  But, the meaning is: this part won’t last forever.  The small children part and the intense juggling.  Or whatever part you’re in.  To not just get through it but to embrace it is to not care about some stuff.  And look at the rest of it with humor.

There are periods of my life when I look back and think, those were the good old days!  I was too busy being in my own head and being perfect to realize it.  I don’t want that to happen again.  So if I need to be B+ (or maybe even C-!) when it comes to some things, so be it.  Because that gives  me space to enjoy my life and feel gratitude.

Okay, I want to hear: what do you not care about?!  Tell me!  What do you let go of?  I want to know!

Real Everyday Life // vol. 16

May 24th, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Real Everyday Life // vol. 16”

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I never know what to do about birthdays.  How can I make the person feel special?  What would he or she like?  I’m not very Pinteresty or Martha Stewarty.  I feel pressure to make the day grand…and I worry I can’t do it.

I know Michael is just one.  He won’t remember this day.  But we will.  I will.  And as I’m nearing 30, I’m doing this thing where I’m not worrying if it’s how Martha Stewart would celebrate.  I’m just going to do my best to make my people feel special.

It was Kate’s last day of preschool, so my sister and I dropped her off, took Michael for a breakfast at Panera (and a shopping trip to Target, naturally), and then took Kate to the park with her friends, and Michael practiced his walking skills on the mulch (note: he acts like his legs don’t work when he wears shoes.).

Unfortunately Dan was out of town on a business trip, but my sister and parents swooped in for birthday pizza and cupcakes.  At first he wasn’t interested in the cupcake.  But when I put him on my lap, he happily at it off the fork.

It’s good to be 1.

Thank you for the sweet birthday messages for Michael.  It means a lot to us!

Real Everyday Life // vol. 15

May 16th, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Real Everyday Life // vol. 15”

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I take life kind of seriously.

Okay, a lot seriously.

Because I’m a Type A.

Because I’m a (recovering) perfectionists.

Because I really care.

But I’ve noticed a lightening.  Especially in the realm of parenting.  A loosening grip.  A light heartedness.

It’s not that I care less.  I just approach more life stuff with a sense of humor.  A light heart.  An openness where the light can shine in.

Real Everyday Life // vol. 14

May 9th, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Real Everyday Life // vol. 14”



The house is really DOWN.

We have a camera installed at our neighbor’s house (Thanks, Alex and Melissa!), so we kept an eye on it Monday.  And Tuesday.  And finally Wednesday afternoon Dan shouted, “Sarah!  Open up the camera!  The house is going down!”

We watched it via the camera, and then I went to get Kate at school and swung around to watch them finish taking it down.

It felt weird watching it go down.  On the one hand, I’m elated.  This is a huge, physical step towards our house.  And on the other hand, it feels strange in a way that I can’t communicate.  I’m not sad.  I don’t feel bad.  It just feels weird that a structure where I once lived no longer stands.

And man did they make short work of the demo.




All that’s left is dirt.  And it’s time for the next chapter to be built.

Real Everyday Life // vol. 13

May 2nd, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Real Everyday Life // vol. 13”







Usually the anticipation is worse.

When Dan tells me about an upcoming trip, and I mark it in my calendar, I stare it down, stare it down like a barrel of a gun.  The week could go fine.  Or it could be loaded with tantrums and meltdowns and I end up sitting with my back pressed against the bathroom door, shoveling in Cheez Its while the kids bang their fists against the door.

I flew solo this week.  And each time I fly solo I think about all those women (and men, but I’m not a dad so I can’t speak to what that feels like), all those women with husbands deployed, spouses who work from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. and miss dinner each night, partners who travel each week, a necessary evil of a job that supports the family, leaving the other to do the heavy lifting at home.

With the baby strapped to me in the Ergo and Kate at my elbow, I lugged three bags of groceries to my car and went through how I’d get the kids in, not let the dogs out, get the groceries in and keep screaming to a minimum as I got at least the frozen stuff into the freezer.  Appeasements are made.  The dogs are walked.  Two grilled cheese sandwiches served.  Kids into the tub, kids out of the tub.  Full body meltdowns when I dare select the wrong princess panties.  More appeasements are made.  I pull the kids into my lap, Kate’s wet hair sticking to my bathrobe, and I read Pinkalicious, but I hardly have to read the words, reciting most of it from memory.

As I put my own self to bed, I wondered how I got through the day, how women get through the day.  Alone.

They just do.  They just put one foot in front of the other.  And keep marching on just like all those women before them and all those women who will come after.

Real Everyday Life // vol. 12

April 25th, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Real Everyday Life // vol. 12”







Words cannot explain how happy I am that no one’s sick.  For real.  Really makes you appreciate being healthy after a stomach virus attacks your entire family.

These photos are from Kate’s Easter egg hunt.  My parents played the part of the Easter bunny.  And before Kate could find some of the eggs, a rogue squirrel chewed through some of them.

But she still had fun.  And insisted on wearing that skull t-shirt because “skulls are good for Easter.”

Sure, fine, whatever.  Totally not going to fight that battle.

Real Everyday Life // April

April 14th, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Real Everyday Life // April”


+Really ready for our house to go down.  Everything is submitted.  We’re waiting on the demolition and building permits to be approved.

+Remembering to really take my own advice and be B+.  Good enough is good enough.

+Really loving this weather, even though it went from freezing cold to super hot.  And part of this week looks gloomy.  But overall, I think we’re headed in the right direction.

+Following that, I’m really ready to break out my Old Navy shorts.  I’m thinking about putting together a spring fashion post.  Any interest?

+Obsessing really hard over Bauble Bar.  I put off looking at Bauble Bar because I knew it would draw me in.  And now I’m hooked.

+Getting really excited for the Listen To Your Mother Baltimore ShowBuy your tickets!

+Michael is really going to be one next month?  What?  Didn’t we just bring that kid home?  And now he eats popsicles?

+Really loving interviewing guests on my podcast.  I get so jazzed up every time I interview these interesting and inspiring people.  Is there someone you want me to interview?  Or maybe you want to be a guest?  Shoot me an email and let me know.

+Feeling really sore from launching the latest Les Mills formats at the gym last week.  But it feels like a load off my mind to let loose all the choreography I’ve been spinning around in my head.  Just in time to receive another round of choreography in about four weeks…

+Spending time with a really encouraging friend feels really good.  I really enjoy it when friends can band together.  You help me, I help you, we all win.

+Trying to find a good balance between really taking myself seriously – but not too seriously.

Real Everyday Life // vol. 9

April 4th, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Real Everyday Life // vol. 9”




There’s a really big hole in our front yard.

Two holes, actually.

I rejoiced this week when the water and sewer lines were dug up and capped.  And then the gas line was dug up and capped.  This means we are barreling towards demolition.  Now all we need are letters verifying everything has been cut off, then we can submit the demolition permit.  We’re hoping to have the house down sometime over the next two weeks.

This process is truly, one step forward, eight steps sideways, five steps back, two steps diagonal.  It’s not for the faint of heart.  But even when the asbestos guy called to tell me he lost the samples and would have to come back, get more samples, and resubmit the samples to the lab, I just laughed.  You can’t make this stuff up.  This process is bananas.

But it’s what we really want.  So we’re willing to go forward and backward and march in place to see it through.  Also, there are all these major holes in my front yard, so no going back now!


Real Everyday Life // vol. 8

March 28th, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Real Everyday Life // vol. 8”
Here we are eating clementines and watching RPM 62.  Michael loves HIIT that work his fast-twitch muscles.

Here we are eating clementines and watching RPM 62. Michael loves HIIT that work his fast-twitch muscles.

I calculated that I learn 124 choreographed tracks every year for my group fitness classes.  I’m certified through Les Mills, and once a quarter I receive new music and choreography for my three formats (RPM, BodyStep, and BodyPump).  As soon as I get the new stuff, I immediately start listening to the music.  It becomes the soundtrack of my life.

This past week I’ve been pressing “repeat” constantly to learn all the new choreography.  Thankfully the learning comes quicker than it did when I first started teaching.  But it’s still challenging to learn.  And the moves themselves are…forever increasing in difficulty.

I always get a little anxious when I teach the new stuff.  I’m worried I’ll forget the choreography.  Or a cue I think will work, won’t.  And everyone will stare at me in confusion.

But when I start to panic, I think, self, you’ve done this before.  And I know the first time I do it always feels a bit clunky.  But I’ll do my best.

The kid are so used to hearing the music that Kate asks, “Mama, is this BodyStep?  Or is this BodyPump?”  And the other day she told me she wants to teach BodyStep.  Awe!  Maybe I can convince her to be a mother-daughter teaching duo.

Real Everyday Life // March

March 24th, 2014 Posted by Lexicon, One Little Word 2014, Uncategorized 0 thoughts on “Real Everyday Life // March”


+Really ready for warm weather.

+Really fortunate to have a place to stay with my parents during the house construction process.

+Thinking about really going all in with a garden next year.

+Really getting into Harry Potter.  I tried and tried to get into the series when it first came out.  And I just couldn’t.  But recently I started a Harry Potter book club with two other girlfriends, and I’m busting my way through the books.  I’m not really one for fantasy, but I’m enjoying how this series makes me feel more childlike.

+Really in need of a new routine.  Flying by the seat of my pants really isn’t my thing.

+Working to be really patient with the kids during this transition from our old house to my parent’s house.

+Really loving the extra daylight.  The winter time is hard for me, especially when it’s pitch black at 5 p.m.  It really hurts my soul.  The extra sun is the best.  I feel myself thawing out.

+Wondering how to really tailor down my wardrobe into something more uniform.  Getting dressed shouldn’t be so stressful.  But I’m not getting rid of any striped shirts.  I really love myself some stripes.

+Really glad I’ll never be a new mom again.  The other day at the grocery Michael was fussing, so I opened a bag of Oreos and gave him one.  He was happy and quiet.  And I got the shopping done.  With Kate, I had this elaborate scheme of what she could have and when.  And with Michael, I just feed him.  He loves trying new things, he’s happy to feed himself, and he’s got an awesome pincher grip.

+Really obsessed with Brussels sprouts.  I didn’t even know what Brussels sprouts looked like until my Mom made them for Christmas dinner.  And now I want to eat them everyday.  I like them roasted in the oven with a little bit of olive oil, salt, and pepper.

+Drinking a really crazy amount of tea.  I drink this stuff all day.  I would drink coffee all day but I’ve got to pull the plug on my caffeine intake at some point.  So during the day I drink cup after cup of tea.  I’ve been drinking vanilla chai tea until about 2 p.m., then switch over to decaf teas like peppermint and peach.

+Really inspired by my Listen To Your Mother cast mates.  We had our first rehearsal over the weekend, and I am blown away by each individual piece and how all the pieces fit together.  I’m still thinking about everyone’s words.  If you live in the DC Metro area and want to feel inspired and refreshed and hear amazing words about the experience of motherhood in a variety of forms, this is your show.  Buy your tickets!

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