Kids Make You Do Crazy Things

When I met my husband eight years ago, I never would have guessed that he would wear a pig nose and ears (and actually pose for a picture). But when Nicholas declared he would be the Big Bad Wolf, it only made sense for us to be the 3 Little Pigs. And the rest is history...

And I never guessed that I would become a mommyblogger. So how did I get here? In my quest to stay at home (and have some financial stability), I have been looking for freelance writing jobs in education. Though I don't have any real writing experience, I figured I could draw on my experience as an educator. I was offered a few small positions before stumbling on what looked like a fantastic opportunity--a children's activity writer with a regular monthly income. Great, I thought, no problem with my experience as a teacher and mommy. So I got to work on my writing sample. I diligently worked on my application and finally clicked submit. Then I fantasized about all the things I could write about if I got the job. I analyzed my parenting decisions, considered our daily routines and started thinking about ways to make it all better. Alas, I did not get that job, but I realized our life is important enough to write about just because (although Nicholas would be sure to ask why again and again and again). And again, I say kids make you do crazy things. So here it goes...