Jude, Wyatt, Gigi.
Three kids in four, very short, very blurry, years.
In that time, there hasn’t been a shopping list that didn’t include diapers, wipes, juice boxes and band aids.
Hi. My name is Brittany. I’m a wife, mom, and full time blogger from the rural cornfields of Ohio, and I am completely ecstatic to be contributing to the Parents Panel over the next few months. I may not be able to offer you a clean place to sit or find the remote to turn down the TV long enough to have a civilized adult conversation, but I can definitely get my hands dirty, right along side you, in the seedy underbelly of parenthood.
I remember thinking motherhood would be… different. More organized. Slower paced. Cleaner.
My pipe dreams of Saturday morning pancakes and von Trapp singalongs on the way to prodigious violin lessons and organic art classes have been replaced with, “Seriously, can everyone just please get in the car, we are so late, just grab whatever shoes you can find, they don’t have to match, I think I have Pop Tarts in my glove compartment you can eat, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”
I learned fast and hard that there is nothing pretty about working from home with two preschoolers and a toddler. I meet my deadlines on the laptop in my car at school pick-up. I schedule conference calls during naptime. I can wrestle my almost two year old princess to the ground, change her Huggies Little Movers diaper, and re-fluff her tutu with one hand as I answer a business email on my phone with the other.
My life is hectic, and chaotic, and I am easily one big chocolate smeared tantrum away from hiding in bed with a bag of Oreos, a bottle of wine and a fist full of Meg Ryan movies, but then, there are moments.
Moments of “I love you”, eskimo kisses, and This Little Piggy… and next thing you know, three (maybe four) snoozes after my alarm, I am up to do it all again another day.
Exhausted. In the yoga pants I wore yesterday.
Some of the best moms are masochists.
That’s a real saying, right?
- Brittany, Barefoot Foodie