Blog Post # 1: Draft # 6,873…approximately

I’ve talked myself into and out of starting this blog about a thousand times. I’m not a perfect Mom, I have no special skills, and my kids/husband/dogs/job frequently make me question my sanity. I haven’t even been a Mom for long. So why write to you? I write with the hope that maybe one day, when you feel like you have failed in all the things that your mind tells you a perfect Mom should do, you’ll read this and know that you aren’t alone. Maybe you’ll even laugh.

I’ve lived a large chunk of my “adult” life by the philosophy that most things are worth trying if they’ll make a great story later. I’m pretty sure God saw that and said, “Oooo Girl! If you want stories I’ve got the adventure for you!” God’s voice in my head is typically sassy and has a sense of humor. Think Queen Latifah in pretty much all of her movies.

In less than three years, I went from single and living alone to married with two bonus kids and a set of twins. We’re an unusual group. I’m short, loud and a strange hybrid of wannabe hippy homemaker and business woman. I want to be all healthy and bohemian but most days I’m lucky if I manage to slow down long enough to wolf down a Snickers bar. My husband is a big, hairy Veteran who drives a Harley, sounds like a redneck, and reads about quantum physics. Our oldest kiddo is 6. He’s sweet, funny, and an awful dancer. We’re hoping the robot is a cool dance again by the time he’s in high school. Next in line is our four year old daughter. We call her Crazy Eyes. We called her The Walking, Talking Middle Finger when she was three but she’s maturing some. She is incredibly smart and is basically her Daddy in a skirt (minus all the hair). The twins are almost eight months old. They enjoy rolling around, making faces at people, and growling at everyone. We call them “The Hun” and “The Conqueror” and enjoy talking about their quests for world domination. Add to the mix a tiny dog with an attitude and a big dog who is allergic to practically everything and you have our crazy household.

I don’t live the life that I imagined. I live a life that I never could have dreamed. Most days are so weird that I couldn’t make them up if I tried. I am so grateful for all of it and I look forward to sharing my stories with you.