I'm just a regular mom trying not to raise...assholes.

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 Oof. It's been a minute. 

I wish I had a reason for my blogging absence other than the fact that I'm a busy mom with a house that seems to keep adding people and/or animals (for anyone keeping score we're at 8 people, 3 dogs, 2 cats, 3 lizards, and a tortoise).  I was also a healthcare worker that worked all through COVID and then took a promotion which was a whirlwind in and of itself. All in all, the last couple years have been super amazing and so much fun - but also, a realllllllll shit show and a half. Trust me, I have the 30 lb weight gain and an Rx for Prozac to prove it. 

I have been getting lots of questions about when I'll start writing again. And I have been writing but I haven't actually published anything. I write because it makes me feel better. And sometimes just writing it out is all I need. I don't feel the need to publish everything. So unless I REALLY feel like it's going to do some good, I've been keeping my ramblings to myself. 

Although, I will say prior to writing this entry I read through some of the stuff I wrote during my hiatus and one was about moms who wear shirts that say things like "Just a regular mom trying not to raise liberals". Ya know, while they pound White Claws while their kids run around wearing the American flag t-shirts and their husbands drink Bush Lights all day and all night. I must say I wrote a pretty funny article (pats self on back) but I didn't want to make anyone mad so I kept that shit to myself. Well, sort of - until now, I guess. 

Annnnyway - as most of you know we've had a bit of an upheaval the last week. Zackery was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes (T1D). And the reactions from people have been by and large very supportive & positive. I am so grateful to EVERYONE who has reach out and offered help or support of just simply checked on us. It's only been 1 week and my anxiety about his diagnosis is still pretty high. It's a complete life change for all of us. So - I think maybe I'll write about our experiences; share the some information and education about it, dig in to some resources - ya know, stuff like that. 

Because if there's one thing I've felt the last 6 days it's loneliness. The fellow T1D moms that have reached out to me have been a real source of comfort and if I can provide that for anyone else in the future- I'm all for it. 

Also, if I have one more person ask me if he used to eat a lot of sugar (implying that is what caused his diagnosis) I may scream. 

Stay tuned. :)




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