Tuesday, August 25, 2015

One Flew Over The Cukoo's Next

You know the saying about the babies leaving the nest? "You'll be an empty nester before you know it," they say...

 For me, it’s more like the title, One Flew Over The Cukoo’s Nest because the good, the bad, and the ugly are all part of this ride through parenthood, and I want to remember it all when the last birdie spreads its wings.

I know I promised to be a better blogger, and then I went a failed you.  Working full-time hours verses half time hours is no joke, and sometimes things just have to go.  In most cases it’s blogging because by the time I wake up, get the kids dressed and fed, make the beds, drop everyone off at their proper locations, go to the gym, work a full day, make dinner, clean up dinner, play with the kids, do a load of laundry, bathe the kids, and put the kids to bed, I am just too darn tired to write.

Anyone else?

I was better (for the most part) about blogging throughout the summer months, as I promised that I would be, but they weren’t really posts from the heart, you know?  Mostly they were highlights from the fun outings and family things we did, but I’m itching to write from the heart. 

I want to share my stories, and my joys, and my fears as I navigate this journey of motherhood.  I want to talk about who these babies are becoming and the preciously hysterical things they say.  I want to share my triumphs and my struggles.  I want to keep it real. I am finding that with each new year, I tend to share less and less about my life.  Not that it’s a bad thing because heaven knows there are way too many TMI (Too Much Information) people out there. Don't believe me?  Read your Facebook feed for 32 seconds, and you'll see what I'm talking about.  

That point requires a quick rant.  People, we do not need to know where you're eating dinner, why your best friends cousin ticked you off, when you're bathing, or the last time you and your hubby had a "moment." 

Ok-moving on. While I have no intention of airing my dirty laundry, I don’t want to go to the other extreme and pretend to be Polly Perfect.  I'll spare you the rant on this one.

I do want to continue posting more frequently, but I also want to challenge myself to write from the heart.  The highlight reel of precious memories is only a small snapshot of our life and this crazy thing called motherhood. 

We may live in the Cukoo's nest, but it's filled with love and joy, and I want to remember every last detail of the crazies.  Who knows, I may even encourage an exhausted mother bird or two along the way.

Thanks so much for coming along. 

1 comment:

  1. I am so feeling you! I don't remember the last time I posted anything other than an event recap. Sad times.