So, I’ve recently realized that I have multiple-personality disorder. Only 2 people know about the real me, let’s call me Agnes. Everyone else knows the married, stay at home mom of 4 blah blah blah. She’s sometimes lets an Agnes-ism slip. Most people are shocked and think she’s crude and a bit too rough around the edges. So this is the more real me.
I think I’m still a cool 20 something (plus 50+ pounds and a decade or so). I start a hell of a lot more than I finish. Things sound a lot better in my head than they come out. I think I can conquer the world but rarely make it off the couch. I really want to be a 50’s housewife minus the foofoo shit.
So we’ll get started with this. I will introduce my people. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. My darling hubby’s name will be IH. Luckily, he knows that I have a few screws loose. The oldest boy is Bubba. He’s a young teen and he smells. Enough said. The oldest girl is Georgia. She’s almost a teen and almost smells. The youngest girl, Fiona is still in the single digits. She’s as smart as a pre-teen and as annoying as a toddler. Speaking of toddlers, our baby boy Avery is awesome (and smelly).
Nice to meet you interverse, I hope I can make the wild and crazy translate from my head to the keyboard.