I’m not sure what I’m doing here or what I plan to accomplish, but I started this because I believe I am not the only one struggling with this pyramid scheme called marriage and parenting. Just a heads up that punctuation and grammar will be scattered and probably used incorrectly much like my potty training knowledge with my toddler.
Oh where to begin. Well, I am a mother to two very rambunctious girls ages 9 & 2. I m currently pregnant with my third and FINAL child which thank the lord is a boy. I am married to a wonderful man who tests my patience daily. I am a usually semi-happy, full on sarcastic person. I’m trying to get better at life all around, hence the talking to myself on a computer screen. I think the venting and shared controlled chaos might help someone. Or maybe it will just help myself by letting my agitation pour out through my fingers….either way someones taking something from it. Even if that someone is me. *insert shoulder shrug*
Not sure why I keep starting new paragraphs but it feels right. I am a born again Christian. Pretty much my whole life has been based around church. You’d think I wouldn’t suck as much with the all mighty on my side, but here I am…sucking away. I know God knows my heart and intentions but there’s something he forgot to add into my brain that connects to my mouth that makes me struggle more as a Christian woman. I don’t always have the holy spirit running through my veins in traffic or Walmart check out lines. I judge people for things I probably do myself and pretty much want to help every person I come in contact with even though I end up regretting the drama 5 minutes later…*sigh* But again, he knows my intentions so he will cut me some slack on that, right?
Signing off,
-Hopeful Disaster
Faith, Family and the F-word 