So, you found me and you want to know more about me, eh? Well, I mean, I guess you do because you ended up on this page! Where do I start? I was born, I grew up, I lost myself or do I start with parenting? Where I lost even more of myself, slowly dissented into madness, yet gained so much, all at the same time?
I am from the Twin Cities, in the good old state of Minnesota, dontchya know! Yup, born and raised right here in the frozen north. I am a 30′ something, plus sized, coffee addict with Fibromyalgia, PTSD and a host of other Mental Illnesses that I am not afraid to discuss and don’t shy away from, because I believe we NEED to normalize the conversation around Mental Illness, Chronic Illness and every other topic that people tell you to “Hush Up” about. You’ll notice that I speak my mind, I don’t sugar coat things and I let it all hang out, verbally and physically. So, if you don’t like a little jiggle with the wiggle and a little blunt sarcasm with your verbage, than you stumbled onto the wrong blog. Here’s the EXIT.
This whole wife and mother thing was not what I had planned, but you know what? I’ve kind of grown accustomed to it. I have an amazing husband that I love and adore. He is my best friend and was also the eye candy for ALL of the girls at our junior high! I also have two incredibly good-looking and extremely annoying children that I love with all of my heart.
My boy, who drives me crazy and pushes me right to the edge everyday, is an amazingly unique person. He is smart in ways that I will never know and I will probably never understand the things he knows and doesn’t know. He has a form of high functioning autism, that was formerly known as Asperger’s Syndrome, and it is as much a part of him as his legs and arms are. I wasn’t prepared for parenting mental illness, but like parenting in general, everything I needed came out when I needed it.
Video games, World War II, The Titanic, World Domination and constantly asking for things that we have said “No!” to over and over again are his world and he is a big part of mine.
My girl, who has learned how to light my short fuse and then, how to put it out right before I internally explode. She is smart, sassy and full of spunk! I never understood girls growing up, so raising one is even more terrifying! People warn you about the “Terrible Two’s”, but I think it’s everything AFTER two that you really have to look out for. My husband and I are pretty much convinced that she will be the bearer of many sleepless nights and ALL of our gray hairs. The parenting struggle, its real y’all!
I have a Yorkie. Yes, a small dog, but I swear, he is a big dog in a small dog’s body. Oh, and we might be SLIGHTLY obsessed with each other. He is a rescue dog, that came to us with a broken leg and severe separation anxiety. Of course, he imprints on the person in the house with severe abandonment issues (*cough cough*), but that’s another subject!
He is now an Emotional Support Animal and is with me, at home, almost every minute. He loves me with every hair on his body and he keeps me grounded, even when I don’t want to be, and I love him more than I can express in words that don’t end up in baby talk and broken English. I never thought I would own a little dog, but alas, he IS my dog and I AM his person.
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