I am a bit bohemian, always sarcastic, somewhat mainstream, chronically spontaneous, tragically disorganized, and perpetually exhausted mom. I also suffer from some anxiety and a dry dark sense of humor and have for as long as I can remember. This has influenced the everyday challenges of being a Stay At Home mother of two emotionally intense girls with general anxiety challenges of their own. The apple didn’t fall far. My oldest is also “diagnosed” with ADHD just to put some icing on our psychotherapy cake. This all adds up to a whole heapin’ load of drama, chaos, and general over the top intensity in our household. We try to leave it at the door, well, at least I do. The girls are a work in progress.
I have a fairly optimistic husband who tries his best to keep me and our girls grounded and sane when it seems like none of us can get through the day. My womanhood/motherhood is dirty, tearful, and chaotic but also full of incense, hope, CONSTANT learning, and the desperate cries of “OHM” or “for the freakin’ love of God!”, while fantasizing about eating Cap N’ Crunch and watching Netflix. It is sprinkled with sarcasm and salty language. Basically, my inner voice threw up on these pages, a raw and natural cleansing of thoughts and experiences if you will. It’s like a good colon cleanse but for my brain because everyone needs to cleanse.
Seize The Mothership 