Brunch with my little sister. She is the queen of brunch and is taking advantage of every Saturday before she decides to have some babies of her own. We went to a little local favorite down by my favorite lake and ate too much delicious food which we obviously washed down with mimosas. Followed by a shopping trip to my favorite boutique (@evereveofficial) to pick up some new swing dresses to get me through the summer.

Mompreneurship is on fire right now. And for good reason. We live in a day and age where women are encouraged to be just as educated as their male peers and can begin to climb whatever corporate ladder they so desire. However, there are still many women who long to be stay at home moms. For me, it was always a dream of mine to be a mom. When I came up with the idea of becoming an auctioneer, I saw it as an opportunity to work for myself, set my own schedule and stay home with my kids while also having a career to call my own. And that's exactly what happened.

Maybe not the "World's Best Auctioneer," but I'm certainly "One helluva Auctioneer."

This month I celebrate my 10 year anniversary as being an auctioneer. When I was sitting in class at auction school they told us that only 5% of people who attend auction school will still be working in the industry 10 years later. I am proud to not only be in the industry, but to have built a business that I'm proud of as a fundraising auctioneer where I have gotten to work with hundreds of nonprofits, schools and organizations to raise millions upon millions of dollars to make this world a better place.

Even after 10 years and hundreds of happy clients, some haters are still going to hate...

Here just a few of the lies I heard this week:
"Literally anyone could raise your kids better than you."
"Who are you to teach anyone anything?"
"You will never make it in your career. Other people have been doing it longer and new talent is popping up every single day."

It's one of those Tuesdays that has me all, "how is it only Tuesday?"

I've got some awesome toddlers with some less-than-awesome attitudes this week. I worry that I'm too firm and other times I worry that I'm too lenient. And I'm confident that I'm screwing them up somehow. 

"Be honest, you are a messy person in general." I could tell he was watching the words slowly leave his mouth as if they were being physically written in the air like a painfully cliche airplane sky writing proposal. I'm sure he was wishing he could grab those words, pull them back and shove them into his mouth before they reached my ears. If the regret of speaking that phrase didn't kill him, my "oh, heeeeeellllll no" stare would probably do the job.