I am constantly playing catch-up in the blogosphere, the Twitter-verse and in my laundry room. Catch-up, catch-up, catch-up. Life is such a rat race, aint it?
Every now and then I stumble upon an article or a blog post that makes me tear up, either with laughter or just real, genuine “I know exactly how that feels!” tears and I want everyone I know that can remotely relate to read it.
I found one of those this morning, and I had to share asap, despite the fact that the post is a week or so old and has already made it’s rounds on the internets.
Read it, Moms.
If you already read it, read it again. Read it every day.
This whole blog, Momastry, and what it’s all about is fabulous.
It’s a place to stop making motherhood and marriage harder by pretending they’re not hard. It’s a place to laugh till you pee and cry till you laugh.
I want Glennon, the author, to come over to my house for coffee in the morning and go shopping with me and then have a huge dance party with our kids. She writes things like, “She’s better than 3 Red Bulls and a kale smoothie” and she loves Beyonce.
From what I’ve gathered through stalking her blog for an hour or so, she’s awesome.
So go devour her. Join her Monkees and swoon over her gorgeous family and waste an entire morning nap that you swore you were going to take advantage of (like try to sleep yourself since apparently pregnancy insomnia is starting much, much earlier this time around…)
You won’t be disappointed. You might even feel so good about yourself that you no longer feel guilty about those pop tarts you inhaled for breakfast after making your husband an entire day’s worth of P90x-approved healthy meals.
Thank you, Glennon, for making yet another crazy mom feel like she’s not the only one.
