Don’t Be Fooled By The Page Views – Bloggers Are Just Like You

Lately I’ve been feeling like bloggers are folks who have been placed on this high pedestal. Like we have all the answers, that our lives are perfect, that we are mini-celebrities on the small, small screen. Through the recipe posts and the beautiful photos and the tips about every little thing you could think of, I’m sure it does look like a lot of bloggers are living “the life.”

I have always tried to make it very clear that my life is not perfect. Not at all. That I am a regular mom, like you, who is navigating motherhood as best I can and I’m prone to stumble just as much as you. (Case in point: On Friday, I forgot it was dress down day at my daughter’s school and had to shoo her inside with her very visibly disappointed that she was the only one in uniform.)

So you think you know me, but here’s who I really am:

I’m the mom who enjoys grocery shopping at 10 p.m. at night because it’s quiet and I have the store to myself.

I’m the wife who packs her husband’s lunches every day (well, when I remember) because I know if I don’t, he just won’t eat all day.

I’m the woman who longs to have a group of girlfriends to call on a Friday night and go out to a nice dinner or to the movies, but then I know I’m usually too tired to think about anything other than bed by the time Friday rolls around.

I talk to my mom and dad usually every day.

I’d rather be writing than do almost anything else.

I love what I do but I wish I made more money.

I’m scared to die. I don’t feel like I’ll ever be ready to let go of this life. I don’t want to leave my kids, not ever.

I hate working out but I’m doing it because I don’t think I’ve ever been in shape, always had an extra couple of pounds on me.

If I couldn’t be a writer, I’d be a chef. Or a housewife with no kids who just cooks all day.

I battled depression for a few years after my daughter was born, too scared to say anything to anyone about it. When I had my son less than two years later, I was almost out of it, and starting this blog helped alleviate much of the stress and anxiety I’ve had about motherhood.

I’m beyond tired of graduate school at this point.

I’m still don’t know what I’m even going to do with this Master’s degree and that gives me anxiety.

But I’m goofy. Stuff like this makes me laugh until I cry.

That’s me. The good, the bad, the crazy and the normal. (Not much “normal” in there, huh? LOL) But that’s who I am. Very lovable but almost insane. I think that describes most moms.