After years of keeping sooo
much to myself, I've decided to stop being a coward and stop hiding
all my (self-described) phenomenal wit, humor and rage from the
world. No more will my
whimsical parenting stories, brilliant advice on life, love and shoes, top 10
lists and lunatic rants be just for my family, friends and diary!!
Admittedly I have no idea if
anyone will find my family, or our misadventures entertaining but I give up
giving a crap. I love
writing about all the fails of parenthood I experience, the random things my
kids say… and eat… and wear, the outrageously entertaining and disturbing
things I find on the internet, stupid things people say and or do and even
occasionally something my hubby does (like asking if I can refer to him as
The Captain from now on).
I've got 3 fabulously
talented, precocious and devious children who challenge my sanity and morality
every single day. I love
that they frustrate and charm me, because I am raising them to be tough-ass
ingenious nerds who know how to cook, fold towels, two-step, balance a check
book, dance in the rain and love with all their hearts. My hubby (NO, I am not calling him
The Captain) and I have been working on this marriage thing for 13
years already (wow… 13 years, really, already?) and we are the first to admit
that our life is messy and at time very complicated, but worth every single
moment!
Parenthood is a continues ride
of ups and downs. There are
those days where I get my ass handed to me and then the days I think I could
have 5 more kids (of course then the insanity passes). I am not going to wind any mommy of
the year awards (yet), I still have a long way to go to be the parent I really
want to be and as a mom with a job outside of the house I walk a tightrope,
juggling bowling balls every day and some days there are tears and screaming
and more yelling than I care for and some days I drink too much (even vodka
taste good with Starbucks!) and some days I would rather be in bed with my
chickens (yes I call my kids chickens) watching hours of Netflix than doing
anything else.
Ahh, my chickens… they are my 3
most favorite people in the whole world that are not old enough to drink with
me yet. J-Bird is my
oldest. She is 15 and
reminds me way too much of myself at that age. I adore her and envy her youth and
spark (even if she doesn't this she has one). She loves her friends, but will tell
you she hates people. Bubba
is my darling boy. At 11
(just a few weeks away from the last year of his childhood actually) he is my
baby boy. He started middle
school this year, leading to a few new grey hairs on my head. He has a passion for video
games (even writes a blog about the games he likes), computers and an
obsession with YouTube. He
likes it when I let him cook dinner and has incredible patients and the biggest
hear of anyone I've ever known. T-Dog is the baby. At 8 years old she is a full blown
Diva. Don’t let the sweet
smile and puppy dog eyes fool you, she can and will eat you alive. She is most certainly all sugar and
spice with a healthy dose of sass thrown-in for good measure. My chickens are already ½ grown and I
know I've missed plenty of opportunities to give them more than
what I did, but it’s never too late in my optimistic mind. I am determined to teach my kids about
real life, the real world, with all its beauty, color, passion, sadness,
disappointment, messiness, culture, humor, rage and fear. I am determined to help
them stay kids for as long as possible; hubby and I both had to grow up way to
fast – and it sucked. I am
mom and I say they can take their time growing up. My kids are not spoiled or babied or
pampered. Their childhoods
have not been perfect by any stretch of the imagination up to this point and
they will all probably need therapy someday, but at least they will be able to
say they had childhoods.
This is going to be a fun
adventure for me – for my family, sharing our slightly off balanced life with
the world. My two passions
writing and motherhood collide! Hold
on tight Chickens – Here We Go!
