Confessions

A few months ago I had a bad day. I needed support and someone to understand what I was going through. I emailed my friend Gen, also a stay at home mom, because I knew she could relate. I confessed to her that my daughter was finally sleeping after countless minutes of screaming. I confessed that I sometimes feel a need to vent and be heard. I confessed that I was drinking my third cup of coffee for the day and that I was drinking it purely for the sake of tasting french vanilla creamer, and that, yes, I had spiked it with a shot of Bailey's Irish Cream. There. I said it and I already felt better. Gen responded by confessing that she loved my email because I was honest and human. How refreshed I was by her acceptance of the fact that I don't always relieve stress by reflective zen-like meditation or long walks.

Honesty has always come very easy for me. However not always tactfully. I'm pretty sure I am missing a filter in my brain that processes "things you might want to say in a nicer way." They just gush out and I often leave conversations assured that I am a misunderstood social misfit who has offended everyone in the room.

And a blog is born...my way to vent and be heard...my way of sharing our daily lives with friends and long distance family. May it inspire you and bring you up knowing that we, like you, are only human after all. We do the best we can and admit that sometimes the best really isn't so hot. Come into our lives and laugh with us, and sometimes at us.