Consider the Wildflowers

After years of contemplating writing a blog, creating a podcast, or becoming an author, I finally took that first step and here I am! I thought about all the things I wanted to write about. My husband at this time, is the only person in my life who knows that I am even doing this. For now, I am known as Blessed Mess Momma. Maybe in the future I will identify myself. Putting my life and thoughts to the world is very intimidating. He asked me what my genre would be for my blog and it got me thinking; I am not a single genre type of anything. If you were to look at my Spotify playlist, you would see literally every type of music on my list. In a 5 mile trip with me, you will hear country, old school Hip Hop, Contemporary Christian, and 80’s hair metal ballads. My life is pretty much the same. I am pretty sure I have an undiagnosed case of ADHD because I tend to have a lot of “squirrels.” I have a horrible habit of starting a simple task only to find myself with a pile of 10 other tasks with the first task not even getting fully completed. Here’s a recent example (see if this sounds like you because I really need to feel better about myself): I needed to empty the refrigerator out to make room for the groceries I had to pick up in 2 hours. I pulled out all of the old food containers, checked for expired milk, and looked for any items that might be growing some sort of elementary science experiment. I proceeded to empty out the messes into the trashcan and rinsed the dishes in the sink because my dishwasher is horrible and basically requires clean dishes be put in if I don’t want caked on grossness on the “clean” dishes. I got a text from my 13 year old as I was elbow deep in dish water needing me to give him access to his Iphone apps (Gasp! I am that mom who gives my kids screentime limits). I texted him back once my hands were dry and of course, he doesn’t answer because he was in gaming mode with his friends; headgear on, music blaring, and full on rage during a Madden tournament. So I went upstairs to answer his question. Once upstairs, I was greeted by my 7 year old who was having a crisis with the Alexa in his room not being able to understand his sweet little speech impairment. I got his Alexa to play the Imagine Dragons song he wanted on repeat as he was drawing Godzilla and battleships for the 518th time. Next, I moved on to the 13 year old. I reminded him that he needs to clean his trash and start his laundry if I was going to give him screentime earlier than usual. I got that familiar grunt and probably an eyeroll as I headed back down to finish the dishes. However, I heard my dogs barking their heads off in the backyard at some random bird or leaf or tree branch or imaginary person that they see as an immediate threat to all our lives. I stepped onto the deck to shut them up to see they had knocked over the flowerpot full of dirt…..again. I cleaned it up…..again and shamed the retriever that literally wants to bring every single rock or stick in the yard up to the pile of dirt I was trying to sweep up. My 7 year old then decided to “help” but quickly flips out over a wood bee flying around the deck. I shooed him inside and got him calmed down. I checked the time and realized I only had about 20 minutes before I had to leave to go pick up the groceries. I ran back upstairs to quickly get ready and grabbed some shoes and a baseball cap, told my teenager goodbye, put the dogs in their crate, and loaded my 7 year old in the car with me. 45 min later, we were home unloading groceries when I noticed that my pantry was no longer organized and needed attention. I got all of the refrigerator items put away and decided I needed to reorganize all my chips, granola bars, and cans of soup. By this time, it had been over 2 hours since the kids last ate so of course they needed to eat their 12th meal of the day. Meals are predictable with my two : A cheese sandwich for the 7 year old and pizza rolls for the teenager. While I was fixing meals for them, I realized I hadn’t made any dinner plans for the evening. The Pinterest mom in me decided to look for a new recipe to try. My husband would probably appreciate something beyond tacos or spaghetti. I found an “easy” and somewhat healthy chicken recipe that sounded promising. While scrolling Pinterest recipes, I pinned about 30 other recipes, cute outfits, home organization ideas, and some activities for my students. I only wasted about 20 min of my life I would never get back. The kids had eaten and already went back to their rooms when I saw the 13 year old had, of course, not used the tin foil like I had asked and there was burnt pizza roll remnants stuck to the pan. Into the sink to soak only to realize the sink was already full of nasty, slimy, and now cold water that I forgot about from hours earlier. Whoops. Like I said, squirrels. Lots and lots of squirrels. It drives my husband, God love him, absolutely crazy. So to answer his question about what genre I wanted to write about, I knew I could not just write about a single topic. I have too much to offer and too many topics to cover. If you haven’t already given up on this blog, know that there will be a little bit for everyone; kids, marriage, divorce/remarriage, blending families, faith stories, and everything random and dysfunctional in between. Thanks for reading!!!