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.
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 …
I don’t know if it’s a sign of an aging mind, the fact that I’ve read A LOT of books, or because I used to read most books while consuming …
I have a hard time sitting down. Both physically right now because baby girl 4 is seriously taking up a lot of real estate in my body, and mentally – which happens whether I’m pregnant or not. Mentally, when I am at home, it is not an easy thing for me to sit down and be unproductive. Because, when I do, my mind immediately goes into a mini-panic mode, listing out all the things I could be doing with my time besides wasting it.
A lot of people will say the following:
“You need to relax.”
“You need to give yourself some me time and just chill.”
“You are overdoing it.”
But I don’t think my inability to sit down and do nothing is a BAD thing. I feel soooo good when I can look back at my day and see all the things I accomplished. Sure, sometimes it’s a bit overwhelming when I look and see all the things still left to do, but at least I know I was a productive human being that day.
What I do think is a BAD thing is me expecting everyone else to be the same and getting pissed off when they aren’t.
They both admired her wall and complimented her work. Gianna’s eyes, however, lingered for a moment on the two sets of rosaries that were draped over the push pins on the top right. One light pink, one red. She had just purchased a light pink set at St Peter’s Basilica this summer. Scarlett, known for taking Gianna’s stuff without asking, could have possibly taken Gianna’s rosaries as her own and draped them on her wall, hoping to get away with it.
Knowing this, Gianna said: “Hey, where did you get those?”
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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