The basics were: I am sad, I am clearly overwhelmed, my house is gross, my kids are "bedraggled" and overlooked, I'm doing some sponsored posts now so I'm sure to get fake any second and I'm dumb, etc. OH and Kirby is hot. HASHTAG TRUTH, BITCHES!! The thing is, for the most part, it was all so wrong. I showed Kirby and he busted up laughing at what had been said. It can be funny to us because it isn't a reflection of our lives. Yes, my kids are scraggly little monkeys, but I like them that way. I let them dress themselves as soon as they can get dressed but that's the way I want it. I want them to be kids as long as they can be. I want them to not care about what they look like to the world as long as they get to. If they spend half the day in a tree and show up for dinner with sticks on their hair and dirt under their nails, I think that's good. It won't always be that way. They slowly grow into their self-awareness and they will make adjustments. And I'll support them as they come to it. Hero brushes her hair twice a day, Mary still shrieks when I untangle her knots. It's ok though. They are cool, thoughtful people and the universe is lucky to have them. If you met them, you would know.
And we are happy. Happier, in fact, than when we just had one kid. It seems most of the craziness of life gets attributed to having many young kids. But the truth is life was way harder, and I was much more overwhelmed with one. I didn't know what I was doing. I felt alone. I have learned to laugh about life as a mother of 6. I have learned to roll with punches. I have learned to hire a babysitter and go on dates with Kirby and not rapid fire text all night to see if everyone is ok. I have learned to chuckle at my kids and not have conniption fits when they do normal kid stuff. I am very much not alone. I have met some of my best friends in the past 8 years and they are all around me. I am a happier woman now.
The thing is you could run into us on an off day in Trader Joe's and think we are insane. In fact, I'm sure there is always someone that does. Maybe they go home and talk to their friends about this crazy exhausted mom they saw with her "feral hipster children" (I liked that, actually) and they'd probably be right. Maybe it was a shitty day. We all have them, you know? But it wouldn't reflect the whole of our lives or our home. It would just be a window. Kinda like this blog. It's just a window.
I actually thought one commenter in particular was really funny. She is quick and witty. She says she lives near me, too. Maybe we will run into each other someday. It would be awkward but also kind of awesome. Maybe she would realize my eyebrows are terribly unkempt, but my six kids didn't do that to me. I'm didn't pluck them then and I don't pluck them now.
Anyway, I'm ok with it. You can keep on, GOMI. I'm not going to tell you you're a meanie and you suck. Maybe I'll troll from time to time, maybe I won't. But we are ok over here, despite the dirty baseboards and my messy desk. Tonight I'm gonna put my feet up with my babe of a husband and we are gonna laugh about our day and I'll tell him weird stuff the kids did and we will go to bed happy. Even if there are dishes in the sink. It's just life, homie. It's not that scary.