When I gave birth to Classy Chaos some nine months ago it was to chronicle my life as a SAHM to three. My soul purpose was to document funny and cute things that happened at home so that my parents, my siblings, my family, and my friends that were sprinkled across the globe, could read. I wanted them to be connected to our lives. And. They are.
Although, I continue to write for them and for me, sometimes you come into play. My purpose is the same: to document our lives. 90% of the time I usually write about exploding diapers, the funny things Lola says about being blond, Jay's new interest in gymnastics, and shopping at Target.
There are times when something happens and I do not blog about it because you might not find it as cute as my Cocia Hania would. Fifi screams instead of talks. She comes in one level, LOUD. It is almost as if she is trying to stay on top of the chaos at home. She points her fingers, "THIS???!!!!" and "DOGGIE!!! WOOF WOOF WOOF!!!" It is hysterical. She is definitely related to our LOUD family. I think she talks more then Lola. Imagine that?
And so, I don't blog about Fifi talking and instead find something that might interest you like discussing Jay's sensitivity. I don't really want to document it. But somehow, I have found myself amidst this incredible blogging world full of communities. The mommy community is amazing. Perhaps blogging about Jay's sensitivity would help another mommy figure out how to help her child. Perhaps I made a connection with one person. Perhaps not. I feel like I want to contribute back to the community.
Nevertheless, my original purpose is to chronicle my life. I want to document my life. I rarely ever philosophize because really... I am just too damn tired with three kids. I am too exhausted to discuss religion, although I desperately want to talk about it. I am too tired to discuss raising body awareness, although I desperately want to talk about it.
My point is that I write to document the cute and funny things that happen around the OHmommy house. These stories paint a picture of our lives. I do attend church regularly. I do love to wear heels. I really never swear. I do not feed my kids anything processed besides the occasional mac n cheese and chicken nuggets. I love my kids.
The cute and funny stories might paint a picture of a cute and funny life. And, for the most part the picture you have painted in your mind is 90% accurate. There is about 10% that you don't know.
The 10% that I do not blog about.
The 10% that I do not want to document.
The 10% that I do not want my parents reading.
I give to you, The Real World: OHmommy. "She isn't always wearing stilettos."
I panic when people arrive at my house un-announced. Usually there are dishes in my sink, my windows are dirty, and my counter top is full of junk.
Usually my playroom, looks like a tornado hit. I keep re-organizing and they keep re-dumping. It drives me crazy.
Usually Jay's room likes his closet vomited the Star War trilogy all over his once pretty baby blue room.
One month ago, Fifi ate the puppy's poop, off of our dinning room carpet. I was too ashamed to blog about it.