I guess that's what this is now. The last month or so (really, since stumbling upon the powerhouse Mama that is Glennon Doyle), I've been craving Mommy Blogs. Not the ones with lunch box tips, creative craft pinterests, endless lists of product recommendations, and uplifting stories of familial love and gratitude.
I need to read other Moms talking shit about their own stupid, insane, unbelievably hard/utterly mind-numbing/totally isolating (especially in pandemic blah blah blah) life. I crave those belly laughs of recognition when the baby is caught playing in his own poop during the 5 minutes you took to take a shower, the validating descriptions of Olympic-level feats that happen unseen and unnoticed on the daily. Like hauling a kicking, screaming toddler and his plastic grocery cart down the street while pushing the other one in the stroller. Fitting the toddlers, the cart, and strider + helmet into the wagon while preventing the younger, allergic one from eating the older one's almonds, rescuing the spilled blueberries, and removing the small pinecone from his mouth.
Yep, I'm looking for a very specific kind of Mommy blog. I cling to some parenting ideals that often feel just stupid (no sugar, no screens, no punishment) and mostly don't end up making my life any easier. And I freaking love my kids, they are beyond brilliant, sweet, hilarious; they are probably my favorite people to hang out with.
I want to read these blogs (where are they?!?!). And, as it turns out, it looks like I need to write my own, as well.
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