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.
Getting unsolicited criticism about something you hate doing is probably one of the top 5 most irritating things in my book. Thrown in there are people leaving their dirty clothes on the floor 2 inches from the hamper or when empty cereal boxes are left on the counter.
It’s doubly hard getting negative feedback about something you feel like you suck at. Like when my husband Vince gave me feedback on my recent Facebook Live video.
Just wanted to share the bingo cards I created for my fam to use when driving around our neighborhood, looking at Halloween decorations. We did the same thing last year during Christmas when looking at lights. Figured, why not Halloween too?! It was actually Scarlett’s idea so I should really give credit to her. So there. She has credit.
They’re cute, better for the Earth, better for your baby, and save money. Four good reasons why I am now addicted to cloth diapers. Don’t send help. I’m good.
I recently started recording Facebook Live videos to promote my blog posts. Video, is not my jam. The ensuing 3 minutes were torture, for me and likely anyone viewing. But I’m not going to stop. Because these videos make me uncomfortable, and that’s the point.
My girls don’t date. They are all under the age of 14 and one’s an infant so I don’t think I’m being a strict parent. Really, what’s the point of it? If you say some boy is your boyfriend, it’s not like you are going on dates.
The point of this post isn’t to talk about that though. I am using dating boys to segue into what I really wanted to write about. I want to talk about sexual preference because, recently, my 9 year old daughter came to me in tears because she thought she was bisexual.
After a recent trip while required to wear a mouth covering, I feel compelled to say something.
Firstly, I fucking hate masks. They are uncomfortable and hot. I get anxiety breathing in them.
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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