I was thrown headfirst into parenting. At 19 I had just left home in the midst of my parents (very messy) divorce. I hadn't been with my son's father for more than a few months when I discovered that I was pregnant. It's hard for me to look back at that time without pity. I had no idea what was coming. In every early photo of me and my son I have the same bewildered expression - a cross between surprise and confusion. I had no idea what I was doing.
Fast forward 12 years and I'm not only a mom to a very cool hockey fanatic, I'm step-mom to two, fiance to one, and the proud owner of two very interesting dogs. This blog isn't about the fiance or the dogs and sometimes it's not even about the kids. It's about the everything in between - the frustrating, exhausting and strangely fulfilling experiences that go along with parenting.
It's true that no one really knows what to expect when they have a baby. This is my story of the daily struggle to stay on the right side of sanity when crazy's become so tempting.