So I read a lot of blogs.
But I don't really know that many bloggers.
Have you noticed this? How many bloggers might take beautiful pictures - write beautiful words - even be beautifully, ridiculously popular - but you really don't know them at all?
I don't like that.
So I'm going to introduce myself. For real.
I'm married. I think my husband is the most amazing person on the face of this planet. Like, really.
I have four boys. I love staying home with them. But I lose my temper more often than I should, and don't get down and play like I should either. I do think I get drastically better every year, though. Maybe I'll be the perfect mom by the time they move out?
They are all two years apart and sometimes I wonder if that was so smart.
But gosh darn it I love my boys.
I'd like a daughter, but don't know if I want another kid. This leads to majorly stressful thoughts.
My parents are getting divorced. Thirty-five years. That makes me sad.
I really hate the hour before dinnertime.
(I think about the statement-two-sentences-ago a lot. Yeah. Moving on.)
I limit the television mucho-lot-o. Sometimes it's hard to stick to it when my children are bored.
I'm strongly religious, and it influences my every thought and deed.
I hate money. I hate credit. I hate debt. I have a hard time when people make poor financial decisions.
I love being outside.
I think I'm fat.
I don't like chit chat. Maybe that's why I hate the phone? I like deep, meaty conversations with lots of soul searching and belly laughs to boot.
I have a very hard time being the first to bridge the communication gap.
I cannot be overly busy or overly at-home. Both drive me nuts.
I still feel like a homely wallflower nerd most of the time.
I'm still cowed by 'the popular kids' most of the time.
I'm still stupid most of the time.
I'm generally open to suggestions, and I admit when I'm wrong. But once I've made a decision, don't get in my face.
I can be really weird.
I fart whenever I feel like it.
I'm crafty, but not in your face about it.
I try to be healthy. But love desserts.
I still bite my fingernails sometimes.
My mom and sister are moving in with us. I'm actually pretty excited about it, but maybe I shouldn't be?
Things are about to change around here.
I struggle with motivation and proactivity.
Most of the time I'd rather be reading a book.
I really want a fudgesicle right now, but I shouldn't ....
I get really depressed when I think of all the things I want to do and buy.
And I want to get to know you better.