To know her is to love her….or something like that

This is the post excerpt.


I’ve always watched mommy blogs. The multiples blogs are my religious bibles, and don’t get me started on the moms who pretend to have their shit together blogs. Y’all the real MVPs. But then, one day, as I read through an article about a mom talking about her sons lunch time routine and began to hyperventilate because “holy fuck I don’t know what’s wrong with me?! I realized; where is the blog about me? Which then lead to a “nobody can write about your life like you, do it!” Inner monologue.

So here I am. Ari. Twenty five. Mother of twin two year old boys. Step-mother of a 9 year old boy. Preschool teacher. Anxiety sufferer. Wife. And…uh…all the other stuff. But I’m real, and I’m honest. And I hate taking my kids to the park. I have dealt with nicu stays, emergency room visits, fights with my husband, job blunders, all of it.

My hope is to help moms like me. Moms who have anxiety attacks on the couch in the middle of the night. Moms who wish they could spend their whole day with their kids but want to return them back to the babysitters after an hour. So if that’s you, and you want to look forward to sporadic ranting blogs; welcome.