Being a housewife and stay at home mom, is way easier on the Bravo network that's for sure. I mean I love getting to be home with my boys and see them grow up yada yada yada, but for a 26 year old mom to two boys under the age of 3, life can get a little nuts.
And what to my surprise, I check the internet blogs to make sure I'm not the only Peanut in the gallery, and what do I find?
Either A. I'm the only person in the world that can't get my life together or B. Everyone is just much much MUCH better at hiding their crazy than me.
I'm going to pick B. every time.
The blogerverse is just so jaded with these artsy fartsy, perfect mommies, with their perfectly dressed babies in adorable hipster clothes pushing their $600 dollar strollers in their big city apartments, with a wardrobe that was probably styled by my icon Rachel Zoe. I mean seriously, what's with all of the fake?
Or if that is "reality" how long did it take you to stage these photos, dress your children, and tidy up your big city apartment before getting that "perfect" shot?
That's far from my reality. And I'm pretty darn sure that I'm not the only one.
Like where are all the pictures of your kids covered in toilet water, because you accidentally forgot to lock the lid, and you walk in to see them waving around used toilet paper and lady items that didn't flush because you have old plumbing? Where are the pictures of mommy bleaching the crime scene while simultaneously dry-heaving and hosing off both children fully clothed and laughing their heads off, and then everyone being covered from head to toe in Dial soap (hey it's antibacterial). Put that on your commercial Tampax.
There's no way in the world I'm the only person that has happened to.
I'm nothing but a humorist and a realist, Yes I try to see the positive in every light, but 9 times out of 10 it's going to be shadowed by something hilarious.
Up until now my blog has just been a Random assortment of Photo dumps and stories, but I'm ready to take of the bloggy blinders and get real and I mean really real.
Please join the journey with me, if you have an Eat your heart out Erma moment email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Let's all commiserate and celebrate being a mommy together shall we?