I jumped on the bandwagon, but it's a really cool one

I have to confess something: For years, when my friends would talk about how much they loved their essential oils and their organic food and their various natural remedies, I would roll my eyes. Not really, that's rude, but I would kind of tune them out. I seriously thought the whole thing was silly and a waste of money.

But then I started to have an awful lot of health problems, some pretty serious. And I went to so many doctors, paid thousands and thousands of dollars out of pocket and still didn't get better. My body was breaking down, and it started to get my attention.

Through a series of events, I started seeing a wonderful Chiropractor who helped deliver my second baby. She moonlights as a doula and she is perhaps the best. I remember her showing up to the hospital with a basket of Young Living essential oils, all for me to use to help me through a complicated labor. Even nearly two years later, when I smell Frankincense, I think of the birth of my Levi.

My health troubles didn't disappear after I had him though. My teeth got really bad. I got gout. I dropped down to 92 pounds. I couldn't keep food in.I had horrible migraines. Something was going on.

I turned to essential oils because my doctors were out of answers. They wanted to put me on an antidepressant and be done with it. That wasn't something I was ready for.

Young Living has helped me in so many ways. I'm healthier, my teeth are healing (who knew they could do that?!?) I have more energy, and I've gained a few pounds ( a good thing in my case). I'm passionate about these oils because they've helped give me a new perspective.

I never, EVER want to pressure anyone, but if you'd like to start learning and growing I'd love to have you on our team. I'm looking into starting a Youtube channel on this with my husband, but we're not the most tech savvy people so we'll wait and see. 

Happy oiling!

Update: A link to my first youtube video! I have no idea how any of this technical stuff works :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvntw_jxjCs

On Disappointment

We had buyers. We met them, they were lovely, they had cool tattoos. The inspection went well, everything passed. We got the call on the tenth day. They were backing out.

Our second offer to back out.

I didn't sweep behind the fridge before the inspection. I knew it as soon as I saw the muck that was back there. The inspector had pulled out the fridge to check the outlet behind it, and there it all was. As clean as I thought I was, as many baseboards and windows and floors as I had scrubbed....I felt like a failure. They saw the gunk behind the fridge and mentioned it specifically.

I tried to make it perfect, and I failed.

I spent the day wallowing a little. Cleaning more (it calms me?), stuffing my face with ice cream, feeling sick yet again. Have I mentioned that selling a house that you actually live in sucks big time? It sucks big time.

I think the scary thing is not feeling secure. Logan is signed up for classes in August. An hour away from here, because we had faith that we'd be moved into our new home by then. And now I'm just not sure where we'll be. Probably here still.

Disappointment is hard. Whether it's a buyer backing out, another negative pregnancy test, or a painful comment from a family member. It's all hard to digest. Sometimes literally, as is evident by my inability to keep food down these days.

But I guess I still have hope, as silly as it may seem. Today I thanked God for our buyers that backed out, because this was obviously not a deal that was supposed to happen. I don't know why, I don't need to know why. But I can be grateful that something new, something better will come our way when the time is right. In the mean time, we get to live in our nicely remodeled home, with very little clutter because most of what we own is in storage. It's all okay. As cliche as it may sound, I'm grateful for setbacks like the ones we've been experiencing. They make the victories that much sweeter.

Tangents

I think in tangents these days, so it's probably only fitting that I write in tangents. 
Life is an absolute whirlwind right now, and I'm pretty sure the only reason I blog is to have an excuse to sit down for five minutes with a cup of tea and look like I'm doing something very official and important to my kids. 

We got an offer on the house the first week it was up. A great offer. It fell through. We got a second offer on the house, not as great, but so far it hasn't fallen through. We had the inspection yesterday, so as long as that goes well we're moving next month. 

I never, EVER want to sell a house again. Unless it's a flip. Having strangers in my home, where my babies live, while we're NOT THERE,  is incredibly terrifying. There is nothing normal about it. My stomach has been a wreck and I haven't been able to keep food down because I don't like strangers apparently. 

House showings have also turned me into an annoying, OCD neat freak, because that's what the people want. They don't want to see dirty dishes or cloudy windows or clutter. As a result I clean any time I am not sitting down. And it's never enough, because there are kids here and kids are messy and that's just real life.

I'm a minimalist, I talk about how great it is to not have a lot of stuff, but the stress of putting our home up for sale has sent me straight to Kohl's. Apparently I self medicate with pretty things. It's an expensive problem. 

There's more. There's always more. I am dreaming of the day, someday soon, when we will be in our new house, no for sale sign in the yard, and we'll be just a little bit bored. I hope that day comes soon.