When you have four kids ages 11, 7, 4, and 1 it’s hard to make time for romance. Like other parents, we have other things going on besides just having kids. We have work and caregiving and household and extracurriculars and therapies and doctors appointments. Sometimes being all romantical is not even on the radar.

But I don’t want to wake up someday when all my babies are grownups and wonder who in the world this stranger is in my house. I have no desire to just have a roommate.

So we are attempting to bring the sexy back in whatever ways we can to our relationship. Mr. Wonderful has really picked up his game as of late. He’s started doing all those little things that he knows I will love or that he thinks will show me appreciation, and let me tell you–that stuff works!

I got this text recently and it just made my day: 

(It’s a dozen roses if you didn’t catch that!)

And then he bought me some ice cream sandwiches because he saw I was running low. This doesn’t sound like a big deal to the outside observer but to me it’s huge! I like to end my day taking a bath with an ice cream sandwich. If I’m out I will go all un-caffeinated on you.

Don’t judge, it’s how I roll. 

And because he’s been home more than I have lately, he’s been doing a large portion of laundry–the bane of my existence. That is sexy folks!

We are trying to get back in the habit of a weekly date night, even if it’s on a Wednesday at noon since that’s when we have childcare. Babysitters could bankrupt us if we didn’t.  

 (Evidence of actual Date Night: we went out for sushi sans children)

We’re attempting to remind each other why we fell in love in the first place. 

This wasn’t by any agreement or conscious decision on our part. It just seems to be happening and like all cycles, feeds into itself creating more romance which creates more opportunities for romance. So we’re going with it.

Because I actually like this guy and I’d like to keep him around for quite awhile. 

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PTSD Awareness


You never know what battles people are fighting within. 

Be kind. 

Have patience. 

Show love. 

You can make a difference!

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They’ll Be So Surprised

I fully admit it: I do mornings poorly. I’m not able to adequately function until after my second cup of coffee and that means the kids are on their way out the door by that point.

I’m trying to turn mornings around. Maybe I can’t tell them coherently how much I adore them or think they’re special in the wee hours. I’m not great at communicating til the java kicks in so my mumblings and grumblings probably don’t convince them that I think I have the four coolest kids on the planet.

So I’m leaving them notes that they’ll see when they first come downstairs for breakfast. I know fully 50% of them don’t read yet but that’s what big brothers are for.

And my hope is that they’ll tuck a spark of sunshine from Mama in their little hearts for later and it will remind them while they’re away that I love them so much. And that I think they’re the absolute best.


Big sigh

Twice today I’ve been rejected. I admit, I have really thin skin. I’m tender-hearted and sensitive and definitely should have picked a different kind of career than writing. Aka, putting your heart on paper only for people to use it as a welcome mat for their muddy shoes.

Did I mention I have a flair for the dramatic?

Ok, it’s not as bad as I’m making it out to be. I just naively thought that once I got my book published (you know what’s coming: shameless plug. You can purchase My Pink Champagne Life here and here) the rejection would end for a bit. 


Not all books are meant for all venues. I totally get that. Within my niche I have been trying to get the word out. Talking to my contacts, using social media, begging my friends to buy my books. My little snowball is starting to have some momentum. And I’m totally excited about that-I have five events scheduled. Five! Me!

As an unknown author, this is the only way to sell books. And until I suddenly morph into John Grisham (Mr. Wonderful would be so disappointed!), or get Oprah to read my book, I’m going to have to win over one reader at a time. I am totally up for this challenge.

Sidebar: this is an exhausting yet exhilarating process. I had no idea what it meant to market your book when I signed the contract with my publisher. Can I just tell you that though I love my day job, I really love this writing gig.

To dispel any rumors, My Pink Champagne Life is not about alcohol. Some of you will stop reading at this point. I’ll holler at you when it’s time to time back in. It is about the act of celebration no matter what’s happening: during the good, the bad, the boring. It’s about grace and gratitude. About my crazy traveling circus of four kids, my mid-life love and subsequent marriage, what it was like to be a single mom, adoption, and how God has been with me. Every step. Even when I didn’t know it or feel it or even acknowledge it.

Within my niche market I got told (nicely and by people I know-I’m not sure if I feel better or worse about that) that my book, the thing I poured my heart and soul into for three years and then took another year to publish, wasn’t good enough right for their audience. Maybe I’m reading into it a bit. It’s possible I’m reading into it a lot.

And those two rejections opened up a crack in my mental door for every critcal thought and negative, self-conscious flaying I’ve ever given myself. Who are you to write a book? Look at all the time you’ve wasted! Who on earth would read such drivel?

Mr. Wonderful stopped me in my tracks when I confessed what was going on inside my head. He did his usual propping up of me and my sagging little spirit. And then he prayed. Just a quick prayer and he probably didn’t think another thing about it. But in that moment to have my man acknowledge my insecurities and then to take my hand and take a moment was extraordinary for me. 

Everything isn’t magically cured. I still want people to like me and think my book is exactly the kind of encouragement they need. I’m sure I’ll still have doubts and crazy thoughts-I’m still me after all. But I know that I can’t keep doing the right things over and over without getting good results. 

Ok, time to come back, I’m bringing it home. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’ll tell a few more people about this book I wrote. Some will like it, some won’t, and that will hurt my feelings. But it’s another chance to enlarge the snowball, and share this little dream with others. I will follow my own encouragement and remember to celebrate.

Even if I get rejected.

Copyright Meredith Shafer 2015