Welcome to Domestic Disturbia! I’m Christi, and this is my attempt to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about parenting, kids, marriage, weight loss and anything else I feel like talking about. Because this is my blog, not yours.
Am I some sort of expert on these subjects? Of course I am. And by “of course I am,” I mean “absolutely not.” I have no clue what I’m doing most of the time, but guess what? Nobody else does either. I’m just not afraid to show you what’s behind the curtain. (Here’s a hint: Ground up Cheerios, cat fur and 3 inches of dust.)
You know those moms you see, either in real life or on Facebook or Pinterest or Google+ (yea right, nobody is on there), and their house and their kids and their clothes are always cute and matching and not covered in bodily fluids? You ever wonder how that happens? Me too. Because that ain’t me. And I don’t care.
I’m the anti-Southern mom. I don’t embroider or scrapbook or go to Bible study. I love beer more than most people I meet. I consider it a success if my house is presentable enough for the UPS guy, we haven’t eaten at McDonald’s today and the stains on my shirt are less than 24 hours old.
If you are looking for advice as to how to be a better mom, more loving wife or make beautiful homemade meals on a budget, keep moving. You came here by mistake or cruel joke. If you want to feel better about yourself, make fun of me or other people (I do both) and get an honest look at one woman’s life, stick around and join in the conversation.