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how i save $1200 a year packing lunches!

Packing lunches for tomorrow and as I was repackaging big containers into little lunch sized portions I started to wonder how much money am I actually saving by doing this?

It’s no secret that buying in bulk is cheaper then buying conveniently packaged items but I never really sat down to figure it out.

So I did a total breakdown of Gio’s lunches.

Mine verses Theirs

Lunchable $1.99
Goldfish individual bag $.42
Snack size M&M bag $.15
Motts Applesauce pouch $.50
Grand Total = $3.06

Homemade Lunchable $.74 total
– pepperoni $.41
– cheese $.25
– crackers $.08
Goldfish $.25
M&Ms $.04
Applesauce $.22
Reusable pouch $.04
Grand Total = $1.29

Yep! It’s worth it!

Holy cow. The difference is $1.77 per day in just one child’s lunch! And I have 3 kids!

By shopping sales, breaking down packages and utilizing (mostly) reusable containers I am saving approximately $5.31 a day OR 26.55 a week OR $106.20 a month! (Based on a 20 school day month)

That is a TON OF MONEY. People are always looking on how to reduce their grocery budget and so my advice is to shop the sale items and buy in bulk (then break the packages down yourself)

In just lunches I am saving about $1200 a year. To me that’s worth the extra few minutes it takes in the kitchen 

Things to note:

* The pricing of “my” lunch items is based on the sale price I got and divided into the portions you see here. I only buy certain items if they are BOGO (crackers, cookies, cereal, pasta etc) There is always a BOGO cracker in the store and that is the one I’ll grab. I have no cracker loyalty, ha!

* The pricing of “their” lunch items is based on the price that I got from the Walmart grocery pick up app divided by the number of servings

* The applesauce pouches are KIDDZO brand. I’ll link them. I get the box of 50 on amazon for $19.99 and can reuse each pouch about 10x each. That’s how I got to that cost per use.

* Is this the healthiest lunch? Nope. But my picky 2 year old will eat it all up. I’ll fight the food battles at home instead of sending them to school 👍🏼

* There is more pepperoni/cheese and crackers than it looks like in this photo. I usually do an ounce of cheese, 10 or so slices of pepperoni and 5 crackers.

* Do your kids eat way more? Probably. This is my 2 year olds lunch. My big kids eat different foods and larger quantities but the concept is still the same.

* Do I ever buy convenience items? Yep!! Just grabbed a bunch of boxes of Motts applesauce pouches for when I’m lazy or for baseball game snacks. But they were BOGO and I had a coupon making them only $.26 a pouch. Thats comparable to the price of my homemade ones so I snagged as many as I could.

* Just a tip! I always make more than one lunch at a time. I generally make Mon + Tues lunches on Sunday (when I’m already making Sunday lunch so the stuff is all out). Wednesday is a wildcard. They will buy lunch or I will throw random stuff in their lunchboxes (hello leftover slices of pizza, I’m looking at you). Then Wednesday night I make lunch for Thurs + Fri.

So there’s my grocery budget tips that no one asked for but I felt compelled to share.
Go save yourself some money this week 🙌🏼

Here’s that KIDDZO applesauce link:

Hope you’re having a great week!

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I didn’t think motherhood would be this hard.

I didn’t think motherhood would be this hard.
There I said it.
I mean, I always wanted to be a mom. I cheered when I saw those 2 pink lines, already planning my picture perfect journey. I dreamt of freshly scrubbed children in shoes without scuffs. Perfectly combed hair and matching outfits. Not totally matching because that’d be trying to hard, but all in the same color scheme. More effortlessly cool if you know what I mean. I was planning on little ballerinas and soccer stars. I would be the queen of play dates and everyone would want an invite to our over the top birthday parties.

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back to school backyard BOOK party!

Happy Friday!  This has seriously been a crazy week.  It is Joey’s last official week of summer before school starts back up on Tuesday.  And you know that means back to work for me so we have been doing all the things these past few days.  Yesterday my friend Stephanie and I hosted a back to school backyard BOOK party to kick off the upcoming school year!  It was a blast!! 

So you all know I love my little book business and being a book consultant for Usborne Books and More right?  I actually got involved by winning a mystery host party thrown by another consultant and got to choose over $300 in free books for my family.  We fell in love with all the books and I signed up to be a consultant to help all my friends build their home libraries as well.  And let’s be honest, I wanted more books too!  

So I had this great idea to throw a party with Stephanie being my party host.  The theme was obviously back to school and she invited all the neighborhood preschool kids.  I was able to help her spread the word by creating a super adorable invitation on paperless post in literally 10 minutes!  If you haven’t checked out their invites yet you are missing out!  It was so simple and we were able to send it via email to all of her party guests.  You are able to add all sorts of details and track RSVPS.   I brought my popcorn machine and sno cone maker and we made a ton of hot dogs!  Stephanie set out all other preschool favorites like applesauce pouches and goldfish.  It was seriously a 3 year old’s dream.  

Between story time, the bounce house, eating and book browsing I think it’s safe to say that everyone went home exhausted.  Especially the moms.  Best part is that Stephanie earned almost $200 in free books just for hosting!!  She is due with her second baby any week now and it’s safe to say that his bookshelves are going to be well stocked!

I hope that your summer went out with a bang!  We definitely have made the most of ours!

Feel free to shop online for some books here or ask me how you can host an easy online facebook party and earn free books to build your home library!  I’d love to chat books with you!

And don’t forget to check out  I am already browsing for “moms night out” invitations to have some friends over next month!

Happy Labor Day Weekend! 



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Trust The System


A new school year is upon us.  Summer has a funny way of dragging its feet and flying by all at the same time.  Every year you will see the moms who were losing their minds at the end of July boo-hooing in the Target school supply aisle come early August.  Myself included. 

Summer feels never ending. 

Until it ends. 

But it’s hard to focus on saying goodbye to summer when there is so much excitement leading up to a new school year.  New grade, new school, new teachers.  Dare I say new Kindergartener?  Cue all the tears.  Seriously someone hand that mom a tissue.  She’s going to need it.  The new school year is a complete mixed bag of emotions for both the kids and the parents.  Stressful but exciting all at the same time. 

And can we say overwhelming? 

Just when you finished searching every store for that damn unicorn of a 120 count spiral notebook, that no one makes by the way, you start getting flooded with the emails and signups and papers filling the red folder that last week sat empty on the counter. 

Suddenly there you are with the smell of sunscreen still permanently embedded on your shoulders, setting your alarm again.  You’re busy organizing the pantry snacks and trying to remember your kids lunch code.  All the anticipation for the first day.  The outfit is hanging.  Shoes are laid by the door.  To-do list on the counter.  Because you know after a whole 10 weeks off who is going to remember that your kid needs a water bottle!?  But really, to-do lists just make everything seem more organized and official.  Honestly they make me feel like I’ve got my shit together.  Which I do not. 

Next up is the yearly back to school photo.  You bribe up and down for a smile.  “Just stand there with your sign.  Ugh come on!  How do you still have waffle crumbs on your face??  Is that really your smile?  You look like an extra in a horror film.  Smile normal.  That’s not normal.  Your sign isn’t straight.  Come onnnn I spent 3 hours writing on that sign.  Hold it up.  Say cheese for grandma.  Ok, that will do.  Hurry your about to miss the bus.”

And just like that they’re off. 

You’ll walk around your house aimlessly.  Not sure what to do with yourself because hello!  What the heck is this free time you are experiencing.  Look at your watch.  10 minutes down.  Ok…find something to do.  So, you sit.  And you think.  And that’s where I always get myself into trouble my friends.  The thinking.

Will she know which hall to go down?

Will she be hungry because she didn’t eat enough?

Did her shoes really fit or was she just saying that so she could wear them and she’s going to end up with a blister by 10 am?

Will she be too shy to introduce herself?

Will she remember to take the bus home?

Breathe mama.  I’m going to tell you a little story.

It’s the first week of school.  Mini is to ride the bus home every day.  She knows that.  I know that.  The bus driver knows that.  All on the same page.  The bus comes at the same time every day.  The driver told me she might be a minute or 2 behind this year because they added one new stop right before ours.  No problem.  I planned to get out there a few minutes early regardless and wait.  That first afternoon I run down to the stop a couple of minutes early as planned.  The regular drop off time comes and goes.  An extra minute or 2 goes by.  I look at my watch and I can feel that kind of antsy building up where you start to feel hot and your insides go to mush.  It’s the first day I reminded myself.  The buses most likely pulled out a few minutes late because everyone is figuring out where to go.  No big deal.  3 more minutes pass.  The sun is beating down on me and I am in a full panic at this point. 


She knows to get on the bus.  The school is literally 5 minutes away.  She will be here in just a minute.  But then 2 more minutes pass.  It’s been too long.  Where is she?  What happened to my baby?  I just want my kid! 

Bring me my kid! 

I’m refreshing my emails every 10 seconds looking for an email stating the bus will be late.  Nothing.  All the “what ifs” are swimming in my brain.  I feel it coming over me and I know that I am about to morph into a full fledge panic attack where I either A) shit in my pants at the corner of my street or B) call the school shouting jibbrish because I know I won’t be able to find my words. 

And then I hear the rumble of the bus.   And her sweet, sweet bus driver waving with a huge smile.  And she comes bouncing down those steps. 

“Hi Mama!  I had a great day.” 

And suddenly I am calm.  I can see color again and the sweat stops dripping.  I grab her hand in mine and lead her towards the house.   Just as I suspected in my one clear thought standing out there on the corner, the bus was just delayed while everyone figured out where they were going.  Typical first day of school stuff.  Literally not a big deal. 

But in that moment it was a big deal. 

It was a really big deal.

I find that lately I am stressing out over many things that are not in my control.  I am letting the thoughts in my head get the best of me and allowing them to take over.  And then I had a thought.  My kid takes the bus.  The bus is supposed to get to my house at a certain time.  Sure add a few minutes because things happen.  But that is the plan. 

I need to trust the plan. 

I need to trust that the plan I have in place will be successful. 

I need to trust the system. 

I worry all the time that no one is going to help show her where to go.  Or help her in the lunch line.  I worry that she won’t know how to play the game in PE.  But there are plans in place for that.  There are teachers, and helpers, and people put in place specifically to be there to answer her questions.  To help her move along. 

There is a system.  And I have to trust that the system will work.  When I lose trust of the system I start to battle the “what ifs”.  And they can take over my thoughts.  So for every “what if” I have had this week I remind myself of the system in place.  The system the school or I have provided and instilled.  And I remind myself to trust it. 

And I remind myself to not let my brain spend time clouded with darkness and negativity.

‘The world is not out to get me.  I can be calm.” 

Literally say that to yourself 10x every morning after you brush your teeth.  Change your mindset.  It will help..

So, now go.  Fill the backpack and shine the shoes.  Take that adorable back to school picture.  The crooked sign only makes it cuter.  Trust the system and relax mama.  It’s going to be a great year.



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this stage of life is hard. but it doesn’t have to be lonely.

This stage of life is hard.

You’ve heard that before.

2 under 2

3 under 5

Whatever your number, your combination.

 It’s hard.

You will run ragged cutting the crusts off of sandwiches and wiping noses.  All after waking up 7 times the night before.  Each time a different child.  A different need.  A bottle.  A reassuring back rub.  A hand in the bathroom.

It’s hard.

But you’ve heard that before.

I thought I’d beat the crowds to Costco today.  Thought I’d get there while everyone else was still lounging around the house this gorgeous Sunday morning.  Maybe the crowds would be at church.  Or on the soccer field.

At 8 am I set my imaginary goal to leave by 9:30.  An hour and a half to get ready and out the door.  Just 1 adult and 3, kids since my husband has been away for work.  Or should I say 3 on 1.  Because that’s what it feels like most of the time when he’s gone.

I poured the wrong cereal, stepped on 4 toys and had wiped 2 butts by the time the oven clock showed 8:36.  I had to remind myself to breathe.  Because at this point my fuse isn’t even short.  I think it’s gone.

It’s hard.

I run upstairs to get the kids dressed.  Hand the baby a toy to keep him entertained and wrangle the 3 year old into a shirt and shorts.  I already hear whining from my daughter’s room.  This dress????  Why THIS dress????


Socks.  Where are the socks?  Crap!  I didn’t take the laundry out of the dryer.  Back downstairs.  Throw the laundry on my bed and fold a few items until I come across a matching pair of socks.

I heard my voice bellow up the stairs “letssss gooooooo” and then I wait.  Did they pick up their toys?  I have no idea.  So, I yell again “clean up!!!!!”  There, that should keep them busy for a minute.

I look down at the baby who is just staring at me.  “Sorry for screaming” I mumble and I take him into my room to get dressed.  I brush my teeth and take a quick look at my face.  Yep, totally forgot to take my makeup off last night.  Much less do that new 5 step skin care routine I promised myself I would start.  Oh well.  Throw some water on my face and search for my hat.  What day is today?  Do I have to wash my hair?

I glance at the oven clock.  It’s 9:11.

I yell once again for them to come down.  They stand there sheepishly in bare feet just waiting for me to ask if they picked up their rooms.

 I don’t.

I know the answer.

I toss socks at them, grab the hair detangler and resume last night’s fight with my daughter.  You see, she needed a trim and I thought how hard could it be?  Harder than I thought actually and I spent the rest of the night trying to convince her that no one gets their hair cut in a straight line anymore.

Definitely a pony tail for her.

I wipe faces and tie laces.  Load up the baby and grab an arsenal of snacks and toys.

Oven clock reads 9:41.

Not horrible. We were off.

Apparently so was everyone else because the store was wall to wall people.  Bulk shopping is apparently a big deal on Sunday mornings.  Who knew?

It took almost an hour but we managed to grab the things we needed and make our way to the checkout.  At this point the baby is whining and the kids are sick of sitting so close to one another and of course I brought my expired Costco card.

My kids then spot the food court and start singing for hot dogs.  It’s 11am.  I said I’d grab one and we could take it home.  But I quickly lost that argument because I didn’t have any fight left in me.  So there we sat.  Right by the line to leave.  Hot dogs for them.  Deluxe slice of pizza for me.

Another failed attempt at a diet I guess.

I’m watching the people leave, walking towards the exit of the store.

Combed hair.  High heels.  Dresses.  

Where do these moms come from?!

I literally felt myself sinking lower onto the red plastic bench.  Their kids are older.  Look, her husband is here to help her.  She only has one child.  I reasoned with myself.  I was suddenly suffocating in my yoga pants.  I became very aware of my hat and yesterday’s eye makeup.

 I felt ashamed.

Why couldn’t I get it together?  I should have woken up earlier.  How can they do it and I can’t?

The baby let out a shriek snapping me out of my self loathing trance.  Out of the corner of my eye I watch my son tip his water over.


I have to remind myself, as I stuff the last bite of crust into my mouth.  From the slice I pizza I wasn’t even hungry for.

And then I see her.

2 kids in tow.  And another in the cart.  Scolding one and holding hands with the other.  Her arm sleeve has leftover Crayola paint on it and it’s obvious that she didn’t brush her hair.  I hear the tone of her voice as she asks them what they want to eat.  She’s barely there.  Hanging on by a thread.  I know she just wants to scream “hot dog or pizza damnit!!!!”  But she doesn’t.  Because she’s a good mom.  But I watch her grind her teeth while her toddler chooses.

And then she sees me.

Mopping up spilled water and trying to console the baby.  Yelling at my 3 year old not to walk away from me and begging my 6 year old to help get the trash together.  Time stops for a second.

 And she nods in my direction. 

Seeing me.  Really, truly seeing me.

 I smile.

And then as quickly as it stops, life resumes. We turn our heads and get back to the tasks at hand.

Silently calculating the hours until bedtime.

It’s hard. 

But you’re not alone.

It’s easy to feel “less than” when comparing yourself to others.  They are not all in the same stage of life as you.  They are not all in the same place as you.  This stage of life is hard.  Find your people.  The ones in your boat.  And hang on to them.  For dear life if you have to.  Cry to them.  Complain to them.  Eat rows of cookies with them.

The time will pass.

And one day you will be at Costco when it opens with your perfectly scrubbed children and their straight haircuts.  And you will have washed your hair and put mascara on.  You won’t have baby oatmeal stuck to your shirt.

And when you see another mom in that “oh so hard” stage of life, will you nod at her?  Give her recognition and hope.  Show her that you see her.  Your nod will keep her going.  Remind her that you have been there.  To slow down.  To breathe.  That these years will go too fast.  That she might actually miss them.  She can’t see any of that right now.  As she reminds a child to use table manners and wipes up spilled ketchup.  She just needs your nod to remind her that she is not alone on this journey.

Because we all know it’s hard. 

But it doesn’t have to be lonely.

XO Danielle

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