The truth and comedy of being a wife and mother
Lately I have been missing in action in the world bloggerdom. For good reason though; after three months of typing under the blogger name of HipHop Mommy and three additional months of living this thing we call life, I have to make a confession.
I am not as hip hop as I thought was.
For this I am truly sorry.
No I am not. I just realized that my former title really didn’t fit in line with what I was writing about. Dirty Laundry Diving, Working Mommy Woes, She Beats Me, Mischievous Crawler, Mommy Half Days…
None of which particularly sound culture forward or hiphopish for that matter, so I have changed the name of my blog and my persona.
I am Super Mom!
Ok, that is a bit extreme.
I am not even close to super mom. Actually, I am trying to get a degree in that major and with the one year anniversary of me starting classes looming on the horizon, all I have to show for it is a loving husband (a bit messy though) and a adorable little boy (a screaming beast at times) who I have recently nicknamed Bubba and a whole lotta drama that comes from being a married baby momma.
I love it though.
I really do.
If I didn’t I would be here the regal you all with the hilarious and truthful moments of being a full time mother, wife, and worker.
Yep, I am pretty crazy.
But then I do love being crazy.
But sometimes I love being sane for more than an hour.
Or so I told myself.
Then I went and started my own business.
The True Stories of Motherhood and Wifedom.
I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth.