I have never found a church that felt like “home” to me. I’ve heard people say that their church is their family and they have this connection with the people …
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.
I have never found a church that felt like “home” to me. I’ve heard people say that their church is their family and they have this connection with the people …
My dad died last week. He had been sick for some time and didn’t take care of himself. To me, he died about 35 years ago so this day where his soul left his body really doesn’t affect me that much. But it seems strange to not care. You should care when a parent dies. You should feel an ache, a hole. Like someone just ripped out a core piece of your life and you don’t know how to move forward.
Losing a parent should be that horrible.
I wish I felt that right now. But instead, there’s this nothingness.
Recently we took a mini-vacay to Disney. One of the perks of living in Florida. While at Hollywood Studios, we were talking about what rides Evie could go on at …
After the pop, I thought, with great inner satisfaction, that she would realize that I was right. Victory for mom!!!!! What is more sweet in this world than an “I told you so” as a parent?! Well, as long as the results aren’t horrendous of course. I was expecting to see her face screw into disgust and for her to immediately spit out the pill. But guess what?
She didn’t.
It’s been about 3 weeks since I had Marina and life has been all over the place. Acclimating to the new normal as a family of 6 has been…. challenging. I’m doing my best… but my best isn’t always wonderful though.
Seniors at Gianna’s school get to paint their parking spots in the HS parking lot for a small fee. After she got her license, we were talking about future plans …
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.
Whether you're in the carline, folding laundry, or taking an extra long time on the toilet, throw on my audio files and pretend we're having a large glass of wine together and getting real. Because sometimes, you just need a voice in your ear telling you all the crazy shit about a middle aged woman and her family.
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