Welcome to My Chaotic World: A Mom’s Guide to Laughing Through the Madness in a World Not Made For Her
Welcome!
To my little slice of chaos, my record for all time!
If you’ve stumbled upon this blog by accident or sheer curiosity, grab a coffee (or something more substantial) and settle in because things are about to get real. As my 20-year-old daughter would say,
"Let's spill some Tea."
I’m a 45-year-old mom with more health issues than a WebMD search history. Seriously, If I had a punch card for doctor’s visits, I’d have earned a free vacation by now. Chronic fatigue, pain, Short Bowel Syndrome, Failed Spinal Fusion, Rheumatoid Arthritis and a slew of other issues? Check. But hey, I still manage to laugh—most days—when I’m not busy lying down for the fourth time before lunch.
Let me introduce you to my family, who keep things... interesting. First up, my husband " Fish," aka the “Mad Scientist of the House.” If something has screws, wires, or gears, chances are it’ll end up in our garage in pieces. Why buy new when you can dismantle it and maybe put it back together? Our garage doubles as his workshop. Why park a car in it when you can store more bits, bobbles, and things than in the Little Mermaid's Trinket Cavern? Plus, I have to say there is a massive benefit to his being a Jack of All Trades. He has saved us thousands over the years, fixing things that generally would have gone the way of the trash.
Then there’s my daughter, who is mildly autistic and 100% amazing. Conversations with her range from deep philosophical debates to, “Why are you eating chips for breakfast, Mom?” She’s often the most reasonable in the house, which isn’t saying much, given the chaos.
Oh, and did I mention the dogs? What’s life without two shedding machines that bark at invisible intruders and insist on being underfoot at all times? These four-legged fur factories are convinced they protect us from every leaf, squirrel, and UPS truck that dares approach. One of their talents is expertly shedding on any surface I’ve just cleaned, and I’ve come to terms with the fact that pet hair is a permanent accessory in this house.
So, why start this blog? Well, it turns out that the best way to cope is to laugh when life throws you curveballs—whether they’re health issues, gadgets in pieces, or surprise dog hair in your coffee. Laughter is my secret weapon. It’s cheaper than therapy and doesn’t require an appointment. Plus, it helps me remember that even in a mess, there’s beauty. Sure, we’re not Pinterest-perfect, but who needs that pressure? I’m aiming for “happy and functioning... mostly.”
Stick around for stories from the frontlines of family life, where things rarely go according to plan, but that’s half the fun. I’ll be sharing the highs, the lows, the what on earth just happened moments, and everything in between. Trust me, there will be laughter, some tears, and many DIY disasters.
So, welcome to my chaotic, perfectly imperfect world. Let’s navigate this journey together, one laugh at a time!
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