Mother. Teacher. Writer. Runner. Loves Jesus. Wretched at Pinterest.
Author of Bottled: A Mom’s Guide to Early Recovery.
Oh, I have such great intentions…
At five years old: I’m perched at the living room table, the sun streaming in through large windows, clacking away at my old black typewriter. My stack of paper was neatly piled next to my Woodstock, and I was in heaven. I published masterpieces such as:
“Cindy Has a Cough“
“The Cat Who Looses a Tooth.”
Yes, I know. I was on fire. I wanted to be a writer.
Not much has changed since then.
Welcome to Momsieblog. Here we will grip hands tightly and walk through the days of endless Cheerios on the floor (and, well, everywhere) and other such conundrums of motherhood. I will address such scintillating topics as: “Why must we discuss this while Mommy is on the potty?” and “Really? You announced WHAT * at Sunday School?”
This mothering gig came rather late in life for me; I didn’t have my first wee one (The blond) until I was 38 years old. Ancient. And the second wee one, The redhead, was at, gasp, 40. I know, right? But it has been an amazing journey. And the added bonus: my boys (husband included) supply me with massive loads of material.
* No. I will never tell you what he announced. It is just too awful.