It’s that time of year again, the last few days of Christmas break when I get this crazy idea that I have time to do things. Things other than laundry, dishes, fight refereeing, kid chauffeuring, and bottom wiping. Suddenly, I think I will start sewing again, create a website to start a blog, and get my amazing app idea created....
So, that’s what I wrote ten days ago. And then I started doing all those things. I made a dress because my 5yo daughter had “nothing to wear to church for winter.” Now, I am sure you know what this means. Her closet is full. Unfortunately, it is all too short, too long, too ugly, too fancy, or too skinny. She isn’t too thrilled with the dress, so I got over the sewing itch pretty quick!
Since then I have been faithfully glued to my desk chair tackling my new blogging endeavor. Do not ask what my kitchen looks like or what I fed my toddler for lunch yesterday. The answers are flat embarrassing. But that is why I am here. It’s okay! I read all kinds of mom sites before beginning. Pretty quickly I got really tired of reading that I am awesome and great. I’m not, and most likely, neither are you. The prevalent message is that life with kids is a really big mess and really hard and really exhausting, but we are all super moms anyway just because we say so. The trouble with this is, no matter how many times we are told and tell ourselves, there is part of us that knows we aren’t. And here creeps in the shame and the guilt.
I am the mother of seven children ranging from teens to a toddler, living out in the middle of nowhere, USA. I aim to hone the craft of giving advice without pretending to have this whole mom thing figured out. I am Christian, but not the really nice kind that is good at it. I am also conservative, but I promise not to be in your face with political agendas very often. I like to infuse humor into my writing, so don't freak out if you are offended or appalled by what you read here. There is a very fine line between serious advice and sarcastic hyperbole.