Cheetos for Breakfast

Welcome to my world. I have not a clue if anybody will read this or find it humorous or helpful. But if you are a woman, and especially if you are a mom, you may just find that, after reading about my life, you feel oddly better about yourself. I do that to people.

A few years ago a friend called me up bemoaning the fact that she was such a horrible mother. I think she had allowed her 3 year old to have a doughnut or Pop-Tart or perhaps some Neon Honey Frosted Tidbit Wads. This poor woman had standards and had fallen short. All I had to say was (and it was true), "Well, Mary had Cheetos for breakfast." "Oh, I feel so much better. Thank you." You could practically see the guilt slide off of her like frosting off a still-too-warm cake (I can never wait long enough to frost those things).

I have always wanted to blog. I think things and want to write things. But when I think about other people reading them it kind of flips me out. I am afraid of being chastised for my honesty or chided for my self-deprecating humor. I may not spell right or use proper punctuation and that may offend the more literary and pedantic reader. I have never been able to function under pressure or perform under another's watchful eye.

But it's high time I put on my big girl panties and say what I want to say and not worry if it is proper. I just pray that it is encouraging and fun and that, whoever you are, you find yourself feeling a little better when you leave.