Funny thing about motherhood is that you don’t really have to do much to join.
Compared to other job trainings I’ve been to, the requirements are a cinch. Basically, you have to have a uterus, about 15 minutes of free time, and someone willing and male to help with something you learned about in fifth grade.
That, or you can pay for the result of borrowing those qualities from someone else.
I’m lucky; or, as people would hashtag, am #blessed. I found a totally awesome guy at a young age, married at a young age, and have never had difficulty growing humans. The problem is simply that I’m a whiner.
One day, I returned to an old topic of thought: Why do I resent being a stay-at-home mother?
I was, of course, laying around in pajamas while my husband was working hard at his job. I haven’t worked outside the home since I first was pregnant. We live in a house. We have cars, food, health insurance, and mostly matching socks.
WHAT WAS MY PROBLEM?
That very question is the fire behind this blog. It’s the final sock down the toilet that got me to get off the couch and started writing. I hope, through the great deliberation of blog posts, to uncover The Answer.
I hope you enjoy the process, and that you contribute. I love other people’s input and advice.
After all, I can’t do everything around here.