I remembered my water, my phone, my keys, and a sweatshirt because obviously I was fully prepared for the DMV. Except for the minor detail of bringing literally any of the documents my daughter needed to get her learner’s permit. My newly 15-year-old daughter had some thoughts about this.
Welcome to my own source of personal therapy.
This blog is an outlet for the inner workings of my mind, but is also a story of how you can make anything out of your life regardless of your upbringing or circumstances. You have to persevere and want more.
I made this life I have today, with a loving and ridiculous family who makes every trip around the sun an interesting one. With each step taking me closer to the type of success I dream about. I shouldn’t have what I have, but I do because I wasn’t willing to take less.
My blog is to share some of how I got here and how I keep going places. It’s a place to share struggles and realness. A place to share the absurdity that is being a mom.
Sometimes I overshare in my posts. I curse and give gory details about vaginas and grossness that comes with men and raising kids. But I also talk about spirituality, dealing with your babies not being babies anymore.
In here, I talk about what real life really is.
I’m not writing this blog, Raising the Curtins, to be popular or make boatloads of cash. That would be wonderful, but this blog has other purposes. To give me therapy so I stay somewhat sane, to leave a digital legacy for my children, and to share what’s real in life so others feel a connection through real life, not filters.
Kristina
Mom
Vince
#girldad
Gianna
The Best Accident
Scarlett
Tester of Limits
Evangeline
Boss Baby
Marina
Last Nugget
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We leave for Ireland in seven days, and Vince’s passport is gone. I’ve ransacked every toy bin and checked my travel wallet twice – empty. Just as I’m ready to commit myself to the nearest ward, the blue book appears on the counter like it was there all along. Is it early-onset dementia, or did a guardian angel just pull a major shift? A raw, hilarious, and slightly supernatural look at travel prep, family binders, and the miracles that happen when you’re at your breaking point.
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Marina is the ultimate independent nugget. At age two, she’s dressing herself, throwing away her own diapers, and commanding me to leave her room. Is she an adult already? Parenting the fourth child is a whole different ballgame, especially when they start calling you “Bro.”
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For years, I was the girl in front—the human shield between my father’s belt and my older brother. I thought I had moved on, but my therapist pointed out that I’ve forgiven the people who hurt me, but I haven’t healed the child they broke.
It was time to go back to that dark bedroom floor, pick up that little blonde girl, and tell her she doesn’t have to be the protector anymore. A raw, honest look at trauma, marriage, and why sometimes the person you need to save most is yourself.
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I’ve been with my husband for 30 years, but perimenopause turned my heart into a cold, analytical “Lawyer.” One argument over a lollipop almost led to an email-delivered ultimatum. This is a story about the emotional detachment of “the change” and why we’re choosing to hold on.
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Vince calls AI my ‘boyfriend’ because it listens better than him, doesn’t drink my coffee, and doesn’t ask for sex. But in reality? AI is like my air fryer on crystal meth. It’s helping me build career-fit games for Scarlett, analyze real estate deals while I play ‘doggy workshop’ with Evie, and save hundreds of dollars at the vet. The robots are coming, and I’m using those hunks of silicon to do all the stuff I don’t want to do so I can enjoy my family more.
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If you love sarcasm, unfiltered motherhood stories, and the occasional chaos of my life (think: a mind that never stops over-analyzing everything. single. thing., parenting 4 daughters whose age ranges are ridiculous, and being married to an asshole)…you’re in luck.
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