I should probably start by telling you a little about me. Then you can decide if you really want to spend your precious few minutes reading whatever ramblings I may have come up with this day. I have been very happily married for almost 13 years. I have 3 children. Howdy is 9 and he’s my creative, sensitive first-born who always makes me think of Howdy Doody with his cute little freckles. Next is Bubba–he’s 7 and has a diagnosis of high-functioning autism. He’s the most affectionate of my 3–actually he goes a little overboard at times. Then comes my princess, Sassy. She’s 5 going on 13. I always call her my “sassy chick”. My darling husband (or Man Candy, as I refer to him), is in construction and works to support all of us so that I can stay home and take care of everything there.
I will never be a candidate for Mom of the Year or be mistaken for Betty Crocker. I love to bake, hate to cook, and would pay a housekeeper in a second if I had the money. (But then I’d just complain that she didn’t do it the right way.) I also deal with a raging case of perfectionism, hoarding tendencies, depression, fatigue, and a compulsive need to say “yes” whenever anyone is looking for a volunteer. If you can relate to any of this, welcome to the tribe! Strap yourself in because this journey is one bumpy ride!