Yes, that’s me, mom to 4 boys, well, 5 if you count the really big kid in the house, my husband. Welcome to my blog, a chance for me to expel the lunacy of my life into the digital world,with the hopes of creating a living memoir and having a few laughs along the way. I’ve been treading the water of motherhood for almost a decade now, 4 kids in 9 years, and all I can say is this is the most fun I never want to have again. Ever. Never again. Not even with grandchildren. Wait, I take that back. I forgot, grandchildren go home at night. Don’t get me wrong, I am absolutely in LOVE with my boys. Head over heels, over the floor, high as the sky in love with them. I am still in awe of the fact I made 4 people. Pretty well too I must say, take away the 40 months of vomiting, abdomen swelling, peeing my pants misery, not to mention the 4 c-sections and I think I handled it pretty well. But as in love as I am with these little people, I am not in love with the day to day chore of raising boys to men. It’s thankless, lonely, dirty, repetitive, often mindless work, beginning before the sun rises and going well beyond the sunset. Only to do it all over again the next day. And the next, and the next. Listen, I’ve run 4 marathons, 26.2 miles of hell, and I can tell you they were all easier than the marathon that is child rearing. Give me several hours of solitude, just me and my ipod and the road and I will happily start running to the next state. But tell me I have to wipe down the kitchen table for the umpteenth time today and you will most surely see fire shoot out of my eyes. And when it’s finally clean, and when that little boy with the big blue eyes wants me to tuck him in so he can tell me he loves me, I forget about the annoyance that is the sticky kitchen table. I hope you continue to visit this blog where you get to sit down in my living room for a birds eye view of the most hilarious ride- mothering boys.