You think soldiers are tough…. you should meet their wives.


ARMY OF ONE – I am an Army Wife 



I’ve noticed in my present job, there is a tiny quirk. There’s no respect at all and its not considered work! 


Well, I am here to show you another point of view, and give you an idea of what I really do! 


Here’s my job description and to better understand, it’s written in the language of the Army Man. 


I’m the IG, complaints come to me. I am the Medic, I bandage skinned knees. 


I’m the Legal Office and the courts-martial, too. I decide the punishment, how much and on who. 


I’m Health: Welfare, inspecting for junk, and the 1SG checking the bunk. 


I’m also Supply, in charge of food, clothes, housewares, diapers, toys, heaven only knows. 


I’m the MP who secures the door, I’m also the PVT who GI’s the floor. 


I’m the Mess SGT who cooks all the meals. I’m TMP in charge of the wheels. 


I’m MWR planning all the fun and I am the Bugler, announcing the “day is done”. I’m the KP who does all the dishes, I am the DA who hears all you wishes. 


I’m the CQ and the Fireguard, too, there isn’t that much that I don’t do. 


I’m the instructor too, you see, because what is learned is taught by me. 


I’m the Squad Leader who knows his troops well, sometimes the Drill SGT who really can yell. 


I’m the S4, S1, 2, 3, just about everything must come through me. 


Appropriations, taskings, commitments too, I’m responsible for all we do. 


I never go to battle, and AR of some sort, but you can count on me to bravely guard the fort. 


I’m ALWAYS on duty, I never take leave, no Holidays off, it’s hard to believe! 


I can never ETS, I signed for life, my primary MOS is Mother, my secondary is Army Wife. 


For all my devotion, to duty, my LES says “NO PAY DUE” because I’m not paid in money, but in the words of ‘I LOVE YOU’. 








We would like to recognize these often underestimated, unseen, and unheard heroes.


This is for the young women that are waking up at 6 a.m. everymorning, laying out clothes and packing three lunches for those small precious children that they have been left alone to care for.


This is for the pregnant Military wife wondering if her husband will make it home in time to watch their miracle happen.


This is for the childless Military wife, living in a town or on a base alone where she is a complete stranger to her surroundings.


This is for the women that feel like a third leg when they go out with their friends and their husbands.


This is for the Military wife that canceled all her plans to wait by the phone, and even though the phone broke up and cut off every time you spoke to him you waited anyway.


This is a pledge to the women that cry themselves to sleep in an empty bed.


This is to recognize the woman that felt like she was dying inside when he said he had to go, but smiled for him anyway.


This is for those of you that are faithfully in that long line at the post office once a month, handling 2 large boxes and 2 small children like a pro.


This is for that woman that decided to remodel the house to passtime, and then realized that she had no idea what she was doing and sighed and wished she had a little help.


This is for all the lonely nights, all the one-person dinners, and all of the wondering thoughts because you haven’t heard from him in days. This is for the sad Military wives, the angry Military wives, and the strong Military wives.


A toast to you for falling apart, and putting yourselves backtogether. Because a pay check isn’t enough, a body pillow in yourbed is no consolation, and a web cam can never compare.


This is for all of you no matter how easy or hard this was for you.Our soldiers/sailors are brave, but so are we.


So the next time someone tells you that they would never marry a Military guy, don’t bother explaining to them that you can’t control who you fall in love with. Just think of this and nod your head, know that you are the stronger woman.


Hold your heads up high, hang that flag in your front yard, stick 100 magnets on your car, and then give yourself a pat on the back.


Be proud to be the woman that you are, be proud tobe a Military wife!


Hey how ya doin?


Well hey there, I am Lauryn Jones. Welcome to my blog! Let me start by saying that if you’re looking for a blog on cooking, crafting, cleaning and organizing tips, then this blog is NOT for you 🙂 I am the undomestic goddess. I am a scatterbrain. I’m not a planner, I’m more of a dreamer. I love people of all color, shapes, sizes, sexual orientation, religious beliefs etc. I’m probably one of the most chill, kick back non-judgemental people you’ll ever meet. I’m straight forward, I don’t sugar coat things and I have no problem telling you how I feel. I don’t walk on eggshells for certain people. I’m a recovering people pleaser and I will never go back to that way of living again. I’m living for me and doing what’s best for me and my family. Speaking of family, I’ve been married to my best friend and soulmate for the past 7 years. We met in high-school and the rest is history. We had our first child when we were just wee babes at the age of 19.  We were married shortly after our first son, Landon was born. Landon is our do-gooder, smart, keeps to himself, nerdy, kid. We love him to death. He is my sweet first born who will always hold a special place in my heart. There’s just something about that first born 😉 Two years later, like a bat out of hell, Sophia, our one and only daughter, entered our lives and she is a straight up, kick in the pants like her mama. In 2008 my husband, Nathan, re-enlisted in the United States Army. (more on that later) We found out we were pregnant with our third right before he deployed for a year long tour to Iraq. Fortunately the hubs was allowed to come home on R&R for the birth. November 30th 2009, Lukas Scott was born. Although he was a BIG surprise (found out on April Fool’s!) I couldn’t imagine life without him. He has certainly, without a doubt, made our family complete. So now you know a little bit about my background. This blog is basically here to share funny stories about life as an Army wife and mom. I want this blog to be a place where people can laugh, cry, feel encouraged and enlightened. We are all going through this journey together. So sit down, grab a cup of joe and read on. I’m pretty sure a lot of you will be able to relate to mostly everything I write about. I’m pretty candid and I’m not afraid to be real with people. Ok, welp, see ya later!

Teen mom….


I was only 18 years old when I found out I was pregnant with my first baby. I wasn’t married yet, I didn’t have a job and my parents and I were not getting a long at the time. I remember sitting in the bathroom alone, waiting for the results to show up. Sure enough, it was positive.  My cycle had always been irregular so I didn’t think anything of a missed period. But two months had gone by,  and I was cramping, I was tired, moody and craving Tostitos queso dip like crazy. I still wasn’t convinced that I was REALLY pregnant until my first appointment when I was already 12 weeks along and the midwife asked me if I wanted to hear the heartbeat.  It was the scene right out of the movie, “Knocked Up.”  Watch clip below. NUFF SAID.   So it was confirmed, I was 12 weeks pregnant and due September 4th. It was all becoming real. But nothing could’ve prepared me for what was to come.

I carried that baby for 42 weeks. Did you read that right? FORTY-TWO WEEKS!! That is TEN months pregnant. My little bambino was so comfy in there and had absolutely no desire to vacate my uterus. My poor uterus, my midwife didn’t believe in inducing. She maybe helped  things along by stripping the membranes but that was about it. My due date came and went. Two weeks later, on September 20th, I had my very last OB appointment. I believe I lost my mucous plug that morning. Didn’t really think anything of it. Went to my appointment, she checked me and I was at 2cm but still no signs of labor.  BUT, shortly after we left my appointment, I started having cramps. Those cramps turned into full on contractions, coming often enough to start timing them. I was still living at home so my dad was helping me time my contractions while everyone else just kinda waited around. Contractions really started at 3pm on the 20th. I finally went into the birthing center at midnight with my mom, sister and Nathan. I sat there and waited alllllll night. I sat in the tub hoping it would relieve some of the pain… It didn’t. I was so uncomfortable. By the time my midwife came back in to check me, I was SO hoping I would be at least a 4, but I was still at a TWO. My cervix wasn’t dilating like it was supposed to and she thought I would do better in the hospital. I was pretty disappointed because Nathan and I prepared ourselves that whole ten months to have a natural water birth. BUT little did I know that the hospital was going to be a lifesaver. Literally.

So we made our way from Simi Valley to Northridge hospital, early in the morning on the 21st. They admitted me and administered that good ol’ epidural… Instant relief! That was around 7am. (Now remember, I FIRST started feeling these contractions at 3pm on the 20th.) We waited, and waited and waited and waited some more. FINALLY, I remember feeling like I had to take a big poop. Yup! That’s how it feels folks. My hind parts have never felt so much pressure.  From the time the nurse told me it was time to push to the time they placed my son on my chest, all seemed to go in fast forward. It was so crazy to me that I was about to deliver a human being. My mom was a childbirth instructor when I was younger so I had always been around that kind of stuff and watched birthing videos and had pregnant women show up at my house. Now I was the one having the baby and it was so weird! I pushed my little linebacker out for 45 minutes. At 5:07pm on September 21st, Landon Matthew was born. I will never forget that fresh baked baby smell. The warm feeling of  feeling  my new baby on my chest. I felt like crying but no tears were coming out. I was overwhelmed by my emotions. The most amazing thing had just happened to me and I didn’t know how to handle it. I guess you could call it a dry sob if that makes any sense. I was in love.  It hit me hard and it hit me in seconds. I couldn’t believe how quickly my motherly instincts kicked in. I was willing to die for him the moment I saw him. He was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. Dark curly hair, and lots of it. Round chubby cheeks, gorgeous pink lips and the chubbiest, cutest little body I had ever seen. It makes me laugh now when everyone was guessing his weight. No one thought he was going to weigh as much as he did.  A whopping 9lbs 9oz!  He was pure goodness. I was a mom. There was no denying it. It was all real.

 Now remember how I said being at the hospital was literally going to be a life saver? Well, it was. This was something that I was not prepared for. The day we were supposed to go home from the hospital, I was on the phone with my mom, telling her what time to pick us up, when I looked over in the bassinet to check on Landon and his little face was a dark blue and he was as still as could be. His eyes were still open which made it really creepy. I slammed the phone shut, grabbed him and ran to the door screaming at the top of my lungs, “my baby isn’t breathing!” Heads turned, nurses came running and my son was grabbed from my arms and quickly ushered to the nursery. He had started coughing and breathing at that point, but they put him on the monitors anyway. Scared the shit out of me. I was in hysterics. My mom had been calling over and over during that time, in a panic, wanting to know what had happened. She got to the hospital and we explained to her what had happened and that we would have to wait for the pediatrician to come and check on him. We had to wait 4 hours in order to go home, just to make sure he didn’t do it again. We were told that sometimes it’s common for  new babies to stop breathing for a few seconds.  I was trying to calm down and trying ever so hard not to worry. Nathan and I sat in the nursery the whole time while my mom was waiting in the waiting room right next door. When it was time to feed him, I picked him up and started nursing him. Within seconds, I looked down because he had stopped sucking, and it started happening again. This time I watched the whole thing happen. He immediately froze, eyes rolled back and this time, he was turning a much darker blue than before. At that point he was purple. The nurse tried to get him to breath again and when her attempts failed she called code blue over the loud speaker and nurses from the NICU came running in. I had left the room because I couldn’t bare to watch it. I was banging on the windows in the waiting room, beckoning for my mom to come out. I felt like I was going crazy and I believed at that point that my baby was dead. We looked in the window of the nursery and watched as the nurses put an oxygen mask over Landon’s face and got him to start breathing again. I was so upset. I was shaking, I couldn’t even breath myself.  To this day, 7 years later, I can still see those nurses holding my 3 day old baby up to the oxygen mask, his face slowly returning from purple to normal flesh color. The pediatrician came back in and that’s when we were informed that we weren’t going home with our baby that day and that he would be in the NICU for a week if not more. Depending on whether or not they could figure out the problem. I was devastated.  I didn’t want to leave my baby. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I cried all the way home and for the first time, in a long time, I prayed. It had hit me. I learned a lot that day. I was not in control. I had been acting like I was for so long and that day made me realize how selfish I had been. That day stilly plays out crystal clear in my memory. I will never forget how much I was had changed my way of thinking within just a short period of time. You never experience true selflessness until you’ve had a child. It makes me think of those “Johnson & Johnson” commercials, “having a baby changes everything.” That’s truth right there. It totally does. In ways you can’t even imagine.

Well, thank the Lord they never found out was wrong with him. He only stopped breathing 4 times and it was only for that one day. They ran all sorts of tests and found nothing. It was just a fluke thing. But I am so incredibly grateful for being at that hospital. Had we delivered him at the birthing center like we originally planned, his breathing incident would have happened at home and we might not have caught it in time. We were in the right place at the right time and I think God for that to this day. I think God that He was watching out for our little family and I thank Him for opening my eyes and showing me what selflessness is all about….