My perfect life

I have been thinking about my blog a lot. (OMG! I have a blog!) I never considered myself a writer and here I am writing about things. What things? My perfect kids and husband? My perfect life? My dog that scoops her own poop?



I have read blogs kinda like that. The kids model for gymboree and the mommy's model Victoria's Secret. The house is out of a Pottery Barn catalog. And the daddy's are superman with a law degree.



That's not my life. My kids are cute, but they don't help pay the bills with their modeling. I'm not a VS lingerie model, but I pretend to be when the blinds are drawn. I have some Pottery Barn, but mine is dusty and scribbled on. My husband is superman but can't fly. Or get me out of traffic court.



My life is far from perfect. I yell at my kids. Fight with my husband. I slam doors and have been known to throw a remote or two. Laundry piles up. Never look under the beds or in closets. I still haven't unpacked all the boxes from our move. (that was in December!) I'm too addicted to Facebook and Twitter. My kids have watched TV all day in their jammies.


Those things may put me on the naughty mommy list. The perfect mommies can have their life because mine is perfect for me. Dirty laundry and all.

I wish I could go back in time.

I have thought about writing a blog for awhile. I think the thought came to me when I was on bed rest. I laid there thinking about things to keep be busy. Blog came in, twirled around in my head for awhile. And left. It came back to me a few times but, I always dismissed it because who in the hell would want to read what I wrote. Then, it came to me. I would.

I would love to have the weekly ranting and ramblings of my time on lock down. To remember the time with my husband and girls before little man came into the world. The good days and the not so good days.

Starting a blog then, would have saved all that for me. Maybe I would never have read my entries after lock down was over and life with a new baby started up again. I think back on that time longingly now, searching my memory for little tidbits that are starting to fade. I want to go back in time just to start that blog. So, my memories would be there for ME.