So, this is where the journey starts.
Well, the journey started a long time ago. But this new chapter–this celebration of the chaos that is my life–begins here.
Every blog seems to embrace a theme of some sort. There are the ‘how-to-be-frugal’ blogs, the ‘ways-to-do-it-better’ blogs, and the ‘can-you-believe-you-ever-lived-without-this-jewel-of-information’ blogs. Blogdom is a world rife with opportunities to improve your status-quo. Everywhere you turn, at your very fingertips lies a wealth of information to facilitate better living.
This ain’t that kind of blog.
I wish it were. But the truth is, I don’t have it together. I aspire to, but there’s always something getting in the way. Every once in a rare while, I find that I’ve managed to craft a tenuous illusion of togetherness, but then I sneeze or a child falls off of a piece of furniture that was never really intended for standing on in the first place, and the ethereal vision vanishes, like fog on the bathroom mirror when you turn the blow dryer on it. (You didn’t know that? Consider it a freebie. And a fluke).
No, I can’t help you do it better or cheaper, or look better while you do it cheaper.
What I can offer you is a frame of reference, a bar set so low that, on your worst day–the day that you catch the baby eating dog food and your new, uninsured cell phone falls in the toilet and nobody took a nap and your husband calls to say that he’ll be at least three hours late and you’ve looked in all three refrigerators and what’s the point of even having three refrigerators if there isn’t any beer in any of them–hypothetically speaking, of course–that on your worst day, you can stop by, enjoy a laugh or two on me, and go back to your life knowing that in this crazy, chaotic world, there is one person you are more together than.
Fair enough? Good. Let the journey begin!
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