March 18, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
I don’t sugar coat and I don’t lie. What you read here is what it’s really like in my house. Sure, I leave stuff out (like, our new leather couch is ripped and that really pisses my husband off) but you get a good sampling of how we live.
We live like animals. HA! I KEED!
You get to hear how many times a week I steam twenty-year-old carpets (2-3 this week). You get to hear about the destruction and mayhem (broken dishes this week! YEAH!). You get to hear about the good (he has slept through five nights this week!) the bad (he is off from school today!) and the ugly (he just peed all over his freshly made bed and I want to cry).
Why do I tell you? Is it because I’m an attention whore (couldn’t be further from the truth, I honestly don’t like to be noticed)? Is it because I want to exploit my kids to become famous (as if it worked that way)? Is it because I don’t want to get a real job so I am making oodles doing it this way (HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HA! Ha.)? No. I tell you because I need to.
Because someone needs to hear it.
Because it’s therapeutic for me to tell it.
Because it might help someone and I’m all about doing that.
Because I want others to hear our story so that they can find comfort and hopefully find peace in their lives.
Because if one person finds one thing I say valuable? I’ve done my job as a human.
So I keep coming back week after week, day after day. For you. And for me. And for them (my kids).