I am funny.
There are even times when I am very funny.
For years people have told me that I need to start a blog.
But as with most things in my life, I have no idea what I'm doing.
I may very well type a bunch of stuff right now and no one will ever read it except maybe my mother---but that will only happen after I've shown her how to get TO my blog.....and that probably would require me to remember stuff and my mind is notsogood anymore...anyway, if she's the only one who reads this---then that's fine....I'm okay with it though ultimately I would love to have millions of followers...so IF you read this and you AREN'T my mother please pass the word on ;-)
I own two normal children (girls---11 and 8) and one microterrorist (2, male, named Jack but aka Scott's son)
Scott is my husband.
It is because of him and his DNA that we have 2 girls and one boy/microterrorist.
For approximely 6 1/2 years I lived in a bubble of semi-parental perfection b/c my girls are good. They are very good. I was so blessed. So spoiled. So clueless.
THEN I had Scott's son.
I was 40 when I had Jack and the pregnancy and delivery aged me approximately 407 years.......so even though I'm 43 now my female regions are now older than most of the countries in Europe.
I will write more later as I have to go and play Wii now with my parents.
We're doing Trivial Pursuit and my "goal" is to beat them.....so that I can go to bed feeling good about myself....b/c most of my esteem is garnered around awards and winning and trophies, etc. Not.
Love,
Eliza ;-)
Welcome to the bloggy world! It will be fun to read your posts!
ReplyDeleteYears ago, I had a friend who had one child, a three-year-old boy, who was the Perfect Child. Jessica was about three months old at the time and I was so impressed with my friend's parenting abilities. Unfortunately, so was she. They were very much by-the-book parents, and convinced that their book and their discipline WORKED and produced this amazing child. Then, fortunately for the rest of us, whose children (and child-rearing methods, apparently) were not perfect, they had Brian. The Not-So-Perfect child. The Strong-Willed One, as opposed to his Compliant Brother. I figured it was a God-Thing. Not that I'm saying you are anything like my friend, of course. Really. :-)
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