Why yes they are . . .

Momma, momma are those pajamas?

Last month, my ever so honest five year old asked me that poignant question.  It wasn't just the question but rather the tone.  As if he was genuinely concerned if mom had gone off her rocker and forgot to change before leaving the house.  First off, I'll be the first to admit, and do so with no shame, that if I am home for longer than five minutes I will be changing back into my pajamas  (bra optional).  That being said, I was not home, I was picking him up from summer camp and I was in my active wear.  For those who do not know, that is a big difference or so I thought.  At the time, I just laughed and thought little of his comment.  Then, 10 p.m. rolled around and in true woman fashion, rather than immediately doze off into a sweet dream as my dear husband so easily does, I began to make to do lists and think about things I may have forgotten or left undone. And then, there midway through my droll Tuesday to do, his question popped back in my head.  This quickly brought up thoughts of a time not so long ago when summer camp pickups and active wear were not apart of my every day. I thought of days when people called me by my name, like my actual name not mom, momma, or babe. 

grinding away in my active wear #notpjs

The stay at home thing had never been my plan, I was not a child who dreamed of becoming a mother or considered the white picket life.  I was much happier playing in the muck with the neighborhood boys.  In fact until I found out I was pregnant with my first, kids were never apart of my plan.  At the time I was still playing in the muck with boys except now I was getting paid good money to do so as a project manager for a construction company. Then, as life so often does, it threw me a few curve balls.  Now, five years after the birth of my son, I was laying in bed realizing that while the life I have now with my children and husband is a blessing, I needed and wanted more.  Somewhere along the way, after giving up my name, my time, my wardrobe, and sometimes my sanity I also gave up my zest, my zeal, and my umph.  In no way is this wrong or a bad thing, I will always sacrifice myself for my family, but this doesn't mean we must become martyrs.  We don't have to give all or none.  I want my children to see me as a loving mother and a strong woman, capable of protecting and providing when needed. 

And that, that is how I got started on this itworks journey.  I decided that what I needed wasn't different from what my kids needed.  I needed something I could build and grow myself.  I needed something tangible and rewarding.  As a parent, we have no score card, no end of year review.  Half the time we have no idea if we are in the black or in the red.  With this company, I reap what I sow and the numbers wont lie.  The most exhilarating part for me isn't just the products this company has to offer its the offer of financial freedom and independence for those willing to grind.  Best of all, I still don't have to get out of my pajamas or my active wear to grow this business.  As for my kids, they'll be along for the crazy ride because I wont be a slave to anyone's schedule or expectations but my own. 

I have created this blog so you can watch as I walk, run, and even stumble towards new goals.  You see, I'm not there yet, I've just begun and you've got a front row seat to watch as I try to build this small business while still rocking the motherhood life.  This wont be all about the business, I wont be pushing products like a used car salesman.  I'll just be doing life, life as a mom and an entrepreneur. 

Stay tuned!

Christina Jensen #crazywrapladygang
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