I am a not-so-perfect stay-at-home mom of three beautiful little girls (aged 3, 6, and 8)and one newborn baby boy who likes to write. I spend most of my life feeling like I don't quite fit in wherever I am and okay with that! I live in the worst house in a relatively affluent area surrounded by women who manage to do perfectly what I flounder to accomplish daily being a house wife. I don't think of myself as desperate, more like struggling, like trying to cross the English Channel doing the doggy paddle. Certain things keep me sane: I am married to a man I still love to spend time with, I am shit-ass crazy about my kids, and I crack myself up on a regular basis. I have absolutely nothing to say about cooking with ground turkey, I cannot recommend an excellent book on ADD or attachment parenting, I have no idea how to manage the daily clutter that comes with young children, and I couldn't possibly care less about the best cleaning products on the market. I do enjoy a good fart joke, a few beers or Side Cars when I'm not knocked up (I am knocked up), and I do like to poke fun at myself more than I like to poke fun at the rest of you. But, I'll definitely do that too. It's best when reading my articles, not to take me too seriously.
My husband Nathan and I are friends with another couple who drive us crazy. It's frustrating to be around them because they bicker all the time about work: "The baby needs changing." "I changed him last." "But I gave him a bath!" "TAKE THE DOG OUT!" "I"M COOKING DINNER! YOU TAKE THE DOG OUT!" "Did you pick up my dry cleaning?" "Why should I pick up your dry cleaning? You never" It just goes on and on. I can only imagine what sex must be like between them: "It's your turn to be on top." No, it's your turn. I was on top last time!" "Yea, but I " You get the picture! This is a marriage disast...
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Member since: January 2007
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