I have always enjoyed writing. I was a history major so I wrote hundreds of pages of essays, research, and tests. I also once fancied myself an author and wrote tons of stories and outlines. These days, even if I don’t write them down, I love lying in bed and “writing” novels in my head. Now that I have finished school (thank GOD!) and have a brood of children following me around, a blogger has been born. As a mom blogger I don’t get a quiet office to myself where I can silently gather my thoughts and
Stop with the fart gun guys! That is an outside toy and I will throw it away if I hear it again!
calmly write down my musings with a cup of coffee and a doughnut. Nope. After I send my oldest children down the block to school at the bright and early hour of 7:15, I still have 3 small children to
Viktor, pull up you pants and finish your cereal! Your peepee is private, do NOT put it on your brother again.
chase around, feed, entertain, and keep from killing themselves or each other. And I do all this while also attempting to work on my blog.
It seems silly I know. How can I possibly desire the kind of stress that comes with writing and dealing with children at same time. The answer; I love them both. I adore my crazy children, but I also have found a true calling with this whole blogging thing. I have discovered the voice that somehow got lost in the midst of diapers
Why is the water on? Turn it off and bring me the darn fart gun! UGH!
and breastfeeding, potty training and bedtime stories. I have never had a very loud voice anyway. My level of confidence has kept me from speaking my mind on many occasions and from voicing my opinions on many others. God forbid someone disagree with me, they might not speak to me ever again or might decide I suck. It has only been that last year or so
What is all over the baby’s face? Is that poop or chocolate? Where the heck did you find chocolate and why didn’t you share it with your mother?
that I have decided that what I have to say is important, it doesn’t matter who agrees or disagrees. I have acquired the wisdom that it’s ok to disagree and that anyone worth a crap has the ability disagree with something said and continue to have a relationship with you. That’s part of being a freaking grown up. Another part is understanding that not everyone has to like you, and quite honestly I would be a little insulted if everyone did. Therefore I have begun using my voice to write what I want, what I need to get off my chest, and what I enjoy. These things
Honey, NO. The mouse we caught was not Mickey Mouse…No we cannot keep him…because mommy doesn’t want the plague…go back outside and hunt for snakes ok? Loooove yoooouu….
are important to me. What I write may not appeal to everyone, I may not be a top blogger or write important political crap that everyone seems so keen on lately, but I am so happy and excited to go on this blogging adventure each day, no matter what.
Doing anything, especially while surrounded by children
V-mama mama mama mama mama mama! Do you have schexcks?
Me- huh? Do I have what?
V- Schexcks….Like in Goldy and Bear?
Me- I don’t know what schexcks are honey…
V- Schexcks!!! Papa bear has ‘dem….
Me- Oh ok, Sure. Why not. Go play sweetie….
is a challenge. I can barely put on clean underwear without someone barging in and discovering that I don’t have a peepee like they do. This leads to a hilarious yet ill timed diatribe on where my peepee went and how I use the potty or watch TV without one to hold on to.
Nevertheless, I will carry on. I will overcome my husband’s desire to use the computer as soon as I get an inkling to write, as well as my children’s tendency to reach a whole new level of annoying whenever a I think they are occupied enough for me to do something for me….deep breath. There are so many joys on this journey known as parenting (which I like to call “trying not to screw up so much that you go broke paying for therapy”) and I fully intend to enjoy every moment, whether it be horrifying or adorable. I will also manage not to lose myself in the process….thus, I blog away, everyday…It’s like free therapy.
No Warren, do not throw the ball at the TV, your dad will give you away. Viktor, don’t touch that….”
V- I’m touching iiiiiitttttt….. (insert evil smile)
I have to go. My voice can be loud again tomorrow.