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Shattering the Myth of SAHM

Are you looking for advice on being the perfect mom?

Are you interested in reading fail-proof ways to keep a tidy home?

Do you need delicious, wholly organic foods to your adoring children?

Then look elsewhere.

This is me.  

Standing in the rain, feeding our 3 month old puppy, unshowered, and right before that cat in the patio door escapes to the wild and I have to coax him back in with snacks.  This is also right before I spent no less than 20 minutes encouraging our puppy to poop.

This here is a blog where you go when you need a reality check.

This is a blog where Pinterest goes to fail.

This is a blog that helps me laugh at myself and, in turn, helps you laugh at me too.

I'm a temporary housewife, and I want to show you how not perfect most of us are.

Case in point: Daily Commute Video #1, where I just wanted to catch random conversations with my 6 year old.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8TRSf0XiDc&feature=youtu.be

Up later: how to prepare a corn dog!  If you ever wondered how domestic goddesses like myself get it all done, I'll be posting a 5 minute video of me microwaving a corn dog.

It's boring.  It's real.  It's my life.  


Comments

  1. yo mamaJune 28, 2017 at 1:08 PM

    It's awesome. Glad you're going back to writing again. I've missed that!

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  2. UnknownAugust 19, 2017 at 9:18 PM

    I hear you sister!
    Actually I mean that literally...I love how you write because I hear your voice the whole time (while I'm cracking up :) !!

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