My mama told me to

My Mamacita

No really, she did! Ever since I can remember... well.. since I was able to write, my mom told me I should be a writer. And I always (well, more than my brothers at least) listened to my Mom. I lost my mom almost 4 years ago, and it hit me yesterday: Maybe I should do what my mom told me to do! Now if I could only go to her for guidance on what to write about...

My husband suggested I go the "day in the life of a stay at home mom" route. I absolutely love my life, but I'll be honest, it's pretty uneventful overall. I like to think I have a lot of laughs though, I make a lot of mistakes, I learn a lot, I come up with the occasional "big idea" {aka blogging}... I suppose I do have some adventure in my life. So I think maybe I'll go ahead and have this blog be a chronicle of all things interesting in every day suburbia!

Right leg smooth, left leg... not so much

I'm sure most moms, wives, women, et cetera, could relate in one way or another. Share a laugh with me or maybe a misty eye... Or a hairy leg (literally... I have ONE shaved leg right now... I forgot to shave the other one). I'm just gonna put it all out there and hope one of you ladies out there is woman enough to admit you relate! LOL

Tonight's adventure begins with the conclusion of our weekly dinner with my dear friend and her two little people. Our husbands carpool together to work, so we take turns every Wednesday making dinner and hanging out. It's the highlight of my week, especially when it's her week to cook! This particular delectable meal was panko crispy chicken and mashed potatoes... my mouth is watering as I type just thinking about it.

Jerry Seinfeld the dog

We finally pull into the driveway at home and I jump out to open the garage door only to realize the house key is missing from my keychain. And I couldn't find the garage door opener when I left earlier so I did the "push the button and run" move when I left. So I call my hubbs at work and we decide to meet about 30 minutes away so he can give me the key. But before we leave my daughter has to pee something fierce! It's dark out, the one set of neighbors I actually talk to don't appear to be home. Solution? Well.... I guess she'll just have to go outside (I just heard you gasp! You moms should know of all people when a kids' gotta go, they gotta GO) so I take her to the backyard, to a place that never gets touched and well.... Suffice to say she didn't have to go anymore and off we went to pick up the house keys. In the end my belly was full of food I didn't have to cook, my kids were worn out from playing with friends, daughters' bladder was empty, made it INSIDE my home in time to let the dog empty HIS bladder.... All in all. Not a bad night at all!