Real talk from an imperfect mother who desperately wants to raise good people.
See those angels up there 👆👆👆.... those are mine. I love those little humans from the inner depths of my soul. It is important you all know that before the ish gets real... and as the not so commonly known superhero "Anxiety Mom", I feel it necessary to preface everything I say with a reason and follow it with an apology. I think the caption of my super hero poster would read:
"Anxiety Mom.... saving the day with worry and regret, one distraction at a time!"
My name is Cristi. I'm thirty somethin'. I'm married to a smokin' hot man who is a salt and pepper fox! He's really going to love that I mentioned his gray hairs{worry}. Im sorry, babe{regret}. A couple of those nuggets up there call me mom and I am blessed to be a bonus mom to the honey on the right. The handsome fella on the left is my first little love and the one in the middle runs the show.
I work. I don't like to say "outside of the home" because that implies that when I walk through the door, I kick off my flats (#thirtysomethin) and ask my husband what's for supper?!... That couldn't be further from the truth. I admire stay at home mamas, as I'm not sure I embody the patience for that gig. This is a place for people to relate and not feel like an asshole for feeding their kid chicken nuggets more than once, twice, or even five times per week! Face it. Chicken nugs are delish and compliment red wine better than anything else I've ever tried it with. Relax. I buy the ones that say "all white meat". We keep Tyson and Black Box wine in business 'round here.
One last thing... if you're here to judge then you may need to buy a mirror first. Like it or not, mommin' ain't always the sephia photo sesh in the sunflower field that some ladies like to pretend it is. It's rewarding, challenging, and hard AF. A childhood coach (or maybe a Nike commercial) once told me that if it isn't hard it isn't worth it. Boy are these babes worth it!
Welcome to the Jones house of crazy! We hope you enjoy your stay.
*There will be no mints on your pillow. I don't have time to make beds.
"Anxiety Mom.... saving the day with worry and regret, one distraction at a time!"
My name is Cristi. I'm thirty somethin'. I'm married to a smokin' hot man who is a salt and pepper fox! He's really going to love that I mentioned his gray hairs{worry}. Im sorry, babe{regret}. A couple of those nuggets up there call me mom and I am blessed to be a bonus mom to the honey on the right. The handsome fella on the left is my first little love and the one in the middle runs the show.
I work. I don't like to say "outside of the home" because that implies that when I walk through the door, I kick off my flats (#thirtysomethin) and ask my husband what's for supper?!... That couldn't be further from the truth. I admire stay at home mamas, as I'm not sure I embody the patience for that gig. This is a place for people to relate and not feel like an asshole for feeding their kid chicken nuggets more than once, twice, or even five times per week! Face it. Chicken nugs are delish and compliment red wine better than anything else I've ever tried it with. Relax. I buy the ones that say "all white meat". We keep Tyson and Black Box wine in business 'round here.
One last thing... if you're here to judge then you may need to buy a mirror first. Like it or not, mommin' ain't always the sephia photo sesh in the sunflower field that some ladies like to pretend it is. It's rewarding, challenging, and hard AF. A childhood coach (or maybe a Nike commercial) once told me that if it isn't hard it isn't worth it. Boy are these babes worth it!
Welcome to the Jones house of crazy! We hope you enjoy your stay.
*There will be no mints on your pillow. I don't have time to make beds.
