2.24.2011

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I can't believe I'm doing this.  I am not a blogger.  What I want to do is air out my life.  I want to talk about what is frustrating as a stay-at-home mom and see if anybody else out there is with me.  I want to be daring and 'blog' about what didn't work out and what doesn't photograph well.  I don't follow any blogs and never have, really, because I can't handle any more glossy pictures of craft projects accomplished in an afternoon, or glutten-free pies fresh out of the oven, or fun family camping trips.  I am sick of only getting to see the edited version of life.  I want to be unabashed about what really happens around here.

Now, I don't mean to be negative.  Real life isn't necessarily negative.  Real life is a roller coaster complete with shrieks of joy and vomiting both.  Well, mine is anyway because I'm a stay-at-home mom.  Maybe I did get a craft project done--but I'll be you that it took 5 afternoons and the dishes in my kitchen are piled up like a page out of Dr. Seuss.


Take today, for example.  Today I set up this blog.  The process started at 9:00 and since then I have been interrupted by two screaming sessions by the infant, one nursing session, three poopy diapers, three time-out sessions for the toddler, and a break to shape the sticky buns and allow them to rise.  Here is a good example of the roller-coaster.  Most of the morning is basically cruddy and at best mundane.  I have not showered in a few days.  But here I am now with a few minutes to myself and I am eating a sticky bun with a hot cup of decaf--decaf because although I am exhausted by my 1.5 month old getting up 3 times a night, I have discovered that caffeine makes him super cranky so I have to cut it out.  yeay.  Up and down, up and down and I could go on.  Here are some pictures...
The sticky buns.  I ate half of them already because I didn't realize I was hungry and its actually lunch time...also note the spices in the background that are in a box because we are too busy to make three simple shelves on the wall for them.  On top of the spices, you will see the bread machine cook book.  Yes.  I used to make bread from scratch and was very self righteous.  Now I have children and must pick my battles.  The bread machine is my new best friend.

Here you will see a very un-staged photo of me over-eating the sticky buns while blogging and using toilet paper to wipe my toddler's nose incessantly.  Note the messiness.  I usually like to pride myself on being tidy, but today, with the launching of this blog, I am starting to try life without the constant feeling of pressure to look perfect.