Blogging is weird.
It gives you an incomplete picture of people, especially if you aren’t a regular reader or don’t know the person in real life.
But you know what? I am a girl like you.
It’s a glamorous life. Yo.
I stress out about getting to work on time.
I want to pull my hair out when my girls fight.
My face breaks out.
I worry about silly things.
I rarely use coupons.
I suffer from mom guilt. (Did I breastfeed long enough, did I take her paci away too young, did I have to yell…AGAIN?)
I pay bills.
I sometime forget to take that plastic thingy off new deodorant and nearly cut my armpit (ouch.)
I pluck random and sundry hairs…ON MY CHIN. (But only two. ONLY two.)
I roll the garbage out to the curb.
I drive a 9-year-old car.
I make to do lists.
I walk the dog.
I have spider veins.
I get PMS.
I am a flake.
I am insecure.
I argue with my husband.
I am nearsighted.
I have bad hair days.
I don’t like my nose.
I forget to wear earrings and I feel “naked.”
I cry at Miranda Lambert’s “House That Built Me.”
I laugh at Talladega Nights.
I clean my own toilets.
I am a girl like you, ya’ll.
p.s. I QUOTE BARBIE MOVIE soundtracks…deal!