Yesterday I learned that I am a Mommy Blogger. I was chatting with a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile, and I casually mentioned that I had started a blog. (casually mentioned = telling her to read my blog and letting her know that she better leave comments) She said, “Oh, you’re a Mommy Blogger” I had never heard the term, but it seems to fit. Until recently I never read people’s personal blogs, I had no idea that all of this mommy blogging was going on. Now that I know about it, I’m fascinated. There are women who are really putting themselves out there, sharing their lives, the good and the bad. They aren’t afraid to admit that life isn’t perfect and that being a mother is hard. Some of them are also really, really, funny. I have no problem being labeled a MB, it’s good company to be in. Since my kids are no longer small and cute, I feel like I am at a disadvantage as a MB. Let’s face it, writing about a teenager can’t compare with a good potty training story.
I used to have sweet, adorable children who acted like this
Now I have this