Let's get it started in here...

I was moderately confident in my decision to start blogging about my life. I stay home, I have kids, kids are ridiculous, and messy, and weird, and messy, and funny junk happens all day, son. So, I got online with my inflated ego, my inner monolog reading a little something like, "People have suggested I do this! My life is hilarious! My kids are awesome! Unicorn poop, rainbows, EVERYONE GETS A HUMPBACK WHALE!!!!" How does one start a blog? Do you just ask Google? I did. I looked up "Mommy Blogs" and I got a overwhelming result. Hundreds of moms with hundreds of opinions. "DON'T EVER USE YOUR KIDS' REAL NAMES!" "ALWAYS USE YOUR KIDS' REAL NAMES!" "DON'T POST EMBARRASSING THINGS ABOUT YOUR KIDS!" "ALWAYS EMBARRASS YOUR KIDS!" In short, my confidence was pretty much shot to crap. If you know me personally, you know I am not a private person. My "filter," is a laughable concept at best. So, my brain and I decided  (short conversation, really) that since I am not private in real life, I am not going to be private online. Will I tell you all my kids' soc numbers and blood types? Fool, no! Will I tell you about the time my kid pooped so forcefully it splattered my face like a Jackson Pollock painting? You bet your sweet sassafrass. Could what I write scar my children when, Lord willing, they reach their tender teenage years? Probably. Will they literally die of embarrassment? Nah. I will do far worse than sharing some barf stories with a bunch of strangers to cause them to blush, quote me on that. So, I guess I will end with a disclaimer, this blog is intended to be gross and a complete over-share about every aspect of my life. Kids are gross. Husbands are gross. Being a woman is generally pretty gross. With that all said, strap on your big boy pants because like I said, no filter.