Put THAT In Your Cupcake and Stuff It!

I'm an opinionated, emotional, bitchy kind of person. That's just me. People used to try and succeed at making me feel like crap every time I had a bad day and posted about it. I've lost "friends" who have complained about people who complain. People have told me I'm too negative. I have spies on my Facebook page who report to my in-laws about every little thing that goes on. My poor husband has been in numerous arguments with his parents over posts. Of course, I shouldn't feel too sympathetic towards my husband since he doesn't shut down the "Facebook is the devil" talk as soon as it starts...

In my opinion if someone isn't going to be your friend anymore because you complain about something they aren't a very good friend in the first place. We all have our outlets. Mine just happens to be blabbing incessantly about things that are on my mind, and often the things that are on my mind are things that I can't express aloud when I'm stuck 24 hours a day in a house trying to keep a smile on my face and a singsong voice intact for my children who don't need to see their mommy have a nervous breakdown. I can't unleash all of the crazy on my husband in the very, very limited amount of time we have alone together. I'd rather enjoy the silence that is those five minutes we have in bed together when the kids are finally asleep and he hasn't started snoring yet.

If you're going to read this blog, you are going to read about the times that my life sucks. I've got all the baggage that comes with trying to be a normal happy adult who was once a scrawny underfed, abused, sheltered little girl. I don't write my vents because I want people to feel sorry for me. I write them for two reasons. The first reason being that, as I said, this is my outlet. The second reason is that I think more women out there need to know it is okay to quit trying to be perfect. It doesn't make you a bad wife or mother if you have days where you want to pull all your hair out and get away.
Even if motherhood was your ultimate dream (it was mine,) it isn't always or even mostly what you hope it will be.
I haven't gone a single day since December 21st, 2006 where I haven't heard a child crying, had to change a diaper, worried constantly about everything and had to put the well being of another human being above my most basic needs. We all handle stress differently, and it doesn't make someone a better mom than you if they can do the supermom song and dance from dawn to dusk without breaking a sweat or thinking a negative thought (though I bet if they say that, they are lying through the perfectly straight and sparkly white teeth that they surely have.)

I absolutely adore my children and my husband and life in general. I'm just not your rainbows and unicorns kind of gal. If you read my rants and take it to mean that I am selfish and don't love my family, than this isn't the blog for you.