This isn’t going to be a blog where I only show the “happy” side of my life.
As a frazzled mother of three VERY rambunctious kids, I rarely get the chance to not be needed or to have a little bit of peace. I love them dearly, but this is my blog, dagnabit, and I’ll be darned if they take over this as well.
Heck, I might not even mention my family all that often. And that’s okay. They don’t have to be the center of everything. I am my own person, and, as selfish as that sounds, I’m gonna highlight ME.
This is (more than likely) never going to be poignant. There may be some wit thrown in every once in a while, but for the most part, this is my log of how I am surviving (and thriving) in a house full of testosterone and boogers while battling anxiety and depression. There will be a smattering of fitness stories, how-to guides, baking mishaps and relentless fangirling thrown in as a bonus (and to lighten things up a bit).
(And it could be that I learn something from all of this, but I’m not going to hold my breath.)
If this sounds like something you’d enjoy, stick around! Laugh at my suffering! Indulge in my misadventures!
If this doesn’t seem like your thing, try it out. I am the worst at trying new things, but I’m always surprised at how awesome new things tend to be. And you even might be surprised about how many hobbies and interests one very tired person can have.