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These days I go by the names mommy, or Mama or “ahhhh”. I have 4 uterus gremlins 3 girls and 1 boy, thankfully. Whoever says boys are “easier” OBVIOUSLY has self destructive tendencies. My oldest is 7, and she already knows everything, I am wrong. Just that. I. Am. Wrong. About. Everything. Then my son who is 6, and has made it his mission in this life to give me a stroke AT LEAST once a day. Then comes my earth angel. She is 18 months old and was born with down syndrome, cystic fibrosis and epilepsy. They told me not to expect her to make it past 6 months. She will be 2 in September and she is the happiest, funniest, and smartest child EVER. Finally, I have an almost 3 month old boob goblin who spends her days using me as a human pacifier. If she is not punching me in the boob while growling at my nipple, she is asleep and still latched…. I feel like a dairy bar.

In the midst of all of that mildly coordinated chaos, I run two small businesses which are growing, and help me to feel as though I have somewhat of an identity besides “insert child name here”s mom….

If that wasnt enough, last year we moved into an old farmhouse, which I had admired in passing during my teens years somehow the stars aligned and we were given the opportunity to move here! Previous residents had just lived here and that was it. I am actually making it into a home. No, we dont own it, but I would like to settle in while we have it and I want my house to be our home. So that’s what I will do. However. With this situation, comes the care of the animals. That’s an entire story for another time…

So this is me. I want to create a thing. A page where moms who some days feel mediocre at best can come and hear from another mom who feels exactly the same. I see you mama. You’ve got this.