Why I'm Writing This Thing

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm the only one out here that feels this way. And maybe I'll be the only one that ever reads anything I write. I'm not telling a single soul about this blog. I'm hoping that way I'll be able to write WHATEVER is on my mind without worrying if I'm offending someone or what someone else is thinking about me. I keep looking for a blog like this, a blog that isn't written that is a polished up, censored version of someone's life. I want to really know if your fridge always looks that perfect or if you spend three hours cleaning it, just so you could take a picture of it for your blog. Were your kids screaming and crying for the whole three hours you took to clean that fridge? Maybe that's how it really is, but I wanted to show another side. I want to tell you every little piece of how I'm doing this mothering thing. I want you to give me your honest advice and experience so you can help me figure it out. And I guess if no one reads this, then I'll publish it someday for my kids, when they have kids, because I'd LOVE to have something like that from my mom. So that on the days I'm sad, frustrated or totally ready to throw in the towel, I could see what she did and not feel so alone. So here it goes. . .