I wanted to break tradition and not have my daughter believe in Santa. It didn’t feel right in my heart creating all the lies that surround the magic. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was wrong to start off my child’s life with an unnecessary lie.
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.
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These weeks leading up to my next doc appointment have been slow as my kids getting ready to leave the house because, regardless of if we have girl #3 or the first boy in this generation of our family, I just WANT TO KNOW. I’m about done with the guessing. Plus, if you know me, I’m big on naming things. Love it!!!! But, I’ve spent the last 10 weeks flip flopping between names.
I just want to be able to focus my crazy on one side of the chart, boy names or girl names.
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Sometimes I take a critical look at myself and wonder…was I meant to be a woman? Not that I identify as a male or want a penis. Penises are ugly, dangly things. I’m pretty comfortable with my lady bits even though they aren’t tucked in as nice and neat as they were 15 years ago. Kids will do that to you.
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I wanted to be a writer. As a child, books became somewhat of an outlet for me. I didn’t have the best home life – with parents that really weren’t equipped to handle a spirit like mine. My father was an abusive alcoholic and my mother was a verbal abuser who suffered from Bipolar Disorder. Together, they didn’t make the strongest parental pair. As an adult, I fully understand this. As a child, I did not.
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Stuff. It’s everywhere. We buy or receive things constantly and then, before you know it, the house is filled and you need to buy extra space to store all the stuff that doesn’t fit. Things you just accumulate because you can. Knickknacks, word plaques, figurines, kid’s artwork, souvenirs from vacations, or mother-fucking stuffed animals.
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A lot of parents give you a rosy look on what raising children is like. How much they absolutely love their kids and how perfect they are. Kids being the best thing on earth basically.
People don’t usually give you an honest look at some of literal and figurative shit you have to deal with. Parents don’t warn other parents.
And so, I give you the 4 things I wasn’t prepared to deal with as a parent. Consider yourself informed.
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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.
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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