About Me. Bad Mom Doing Her Best!

I’m a 45 year old underappreciated stay at home mom. In my youth I had so many aspirations. I was going to marry a plastic surgeon and never get old. Didn’t want kids, then I wanted 2, a boy and a girl, not necessarily in that order. I was going to be a young, hip, beautiful, and cool mom. I’d have a beautiful home with a cleaning lady. Go out with the other moms and drink expensive wine and talk about how wonderful my life is.

If this is what you’re looking for, you’ve come to the wrong place.

A series of unsuccessful relationships, some, messing with my head and divorced parents put me off relationships. I worked restaurants with crazy hours and was surrounded by beauty and youth. I worked my ass off and barely made ends meat. Miles away from family I missed the connection, I’m super close to my family. So I took a job closer to home and met the man of my dreams, 4 years my junior. We moved away from family and friends and focused on each other, bought a house, a tiny house and started a life.

At 32 I got pregnant with my first beautiful baby and for the life of me, thought I was too young to be a mom. 12 years later, 3 more crotch goblins and here we are. The cost of childcare and the office administration job were cancelling each other out, money wise, so my darling hubby convinced me to be a stay at home mom.

I was never overly domesticated and while I grew up in the country, I’ve always been a city girl, until I had kids. Now I live in the middle of no where and garden and try to preserve and make home cooked meals. I’m not quite killing it but I’m not crashing and burning yet either.

I read every book and watched every show just trying to be the best mom I could. Most days I’m failing miserably and I don’t believe in participation trophies. So here I am, trying to figure out motherhood. My friends, (which are few and far between) think I’m mildly hilarious and brutally honest. So I’ve decided to channel that creativity here. In writing this, you must know, I’m not the best writer. I suffer from mommy diarrhea mouth. This is when I’ve been stuck at home with only kids to talk to and I have too much to say, so when I see adults, a toilet bowl load of random and inappropriate SHIT comes out of my mouth.

If you don’t find me mildly entertaining, that’s fine but I hope that I can make you feel that you are not alone or inspire you to find yourself and celebrate her, even if it’s only for 5 minutes in the bathroom with the door locked.