I have been told by many people IRL that I should write. I think they’re full of crap but admit that I do enjoy telling an occasional story. I considered starting a blog so that my children may one day look back at it in the event of my untimely death and know their mother. I discarded that idea…
I thought about starting a blog and telling funny stories about my kids….there are so many bloggin’ mammas out there that do this much better than I ever could.
So what could I write about that people might find interesting? Let me give you a little backstory.
I’m 36 years old. I have three children, we’ll call them Monty, Jimmy and Nora. Respecitve ages are 17, 15 and 11. Put your fingers away….yes I was 18 when I had Monty. Their father and I married when I was 24, though we had been together for seven years prior to that. We separated two years later. Not quite the shortest marriage on the books (I think Britney beat me on that one) but we obviously didn’t take the whole “till death do us part” as gospel. Too young, too stupid, too different. I’m sure it would make a post onto itself.
Since then, we have successfully raised our three children from two homes. We are not formally divorced, neither of us has ever brought a lawyer into the picture, we have never fought over the children, we have never threatened each other. There is no formal agreement in place, there has never been a need.
Don’t get me wrong, there are days I want to kill the man and bury him in the backyard. He does and says things that leave me to wonder what the hell I was thinking when I married him in the first place. But he’s a good father, and I believe he would tell you I’m a good mother (please don’t let him ever find this blog…because than she who will not be named will find it…and I’m really looking forward to dragging that beotch through the coals….verbally speaking ).
So I’m going to blog about how we’ve managed to co-exist for the sake of our children, the children themselves, grandparents and their involvement in a separated family, and moving on.
One of the things I will probably spend a lot of time on is the logistics of a two-parent home. We have somehow managed to make it work…well. I know it works well because my kids are really happy. I’ve asked them (after buying them the latest xbox game they have been drooling over…I immediately say, “Are you happy”. To which they unanimously nod, while their eyes glaze over at the thought of getting home and tuning out their mother while blowing things up). No but seriously, they are happy, well rounded, polite, social, happy kids. It amazes me actually….
I’ll blog about other things too: books (avid avid reader, to the point of obsessions), education (oh I do like my soapbox), current events, shoes (oh yes, another obsession), and anything else that strikes my fancy.
So pull up a chair, grab a glass of wine and c’mon in.
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I found your blog through a comment you made on Stepmama Metamorphosis' blog. I am intrigued by your story because it is similar to my situation. I let my daughter go to her dad's house every weekend, w/o a court order compelling me to do so, and I've gotten flak for it for 12 years. Even now, my family thinks that because I don't "have" to let her go, that I can just keep her home on weekends if they want to do something with her. I'm looking forward to reading more. And oh, the stories I could tell about the Kraken (stepmother) that would curl people's toes!