Greetings

Being the first post of my blog, I feel like it should be something important or amazing. But unfortunately with the lack of time I have, I really can’t make that happen. Haha.

As I sit here next to my son with him focused on Sesame Street, I think – how can I make this amazing? If I help one person, fellow parent of either sex, feel better about themselves or make their life just a little bit easier, then that alone has made this blog successful.

My main goal with this is to remind myself how I survived on the good, bad and ugly days. Have you ever had your kid throw a tantrum in the chip aisle of the grocery store? Or have a breakdown because you picked the wrong "sippy" cup to put their milk in? Or as a person or parent been judged on your choices of life? You have come to the right place, because I share in your misery.

Why did we actually think that parenthood was always a beautiful life? Because it’s not. I mean the kid themselves are great, and I have never loved something like I’ve loved my son. But parenthood and the pressure that comes with it, is quite ridiculous.