It’s 2019 and it seems like everyone has a blog. I swear most babies are blogging from the womb these days and here I am left without one because I tell myself I don’t have the time or anything that will interest people. Until last night. Somehow I was just clicking away and all of a sudden I made an impulse buy on a fucking domain. So, here I am; too much money later winging it trying to show my husband (who has no idea about it yet) that at least I’m doing something with the wasted money. When you see this while you’re on the shitter later I LOVE YOU, BABE!

So, welcome to Womack Manners, a personal blog about my life. I am a wife, mother to four beautiful assholes(7 months, 2 years, 4 years & 6 years old), I breastfeed, cloth diaper and homeschool. Not really your typical American family, but it works for us. Well, we’re trying to make it all work for us. Can you tell I’m cheap yet just from what little I’ve already mentioned?

Did you ever feel like you were destined for greatness? Yeah, me too…until now. Now I realize I was destined to have four children and raise greatness x4. This could just be my morning mindset before all the screaming, crying and fighting starts for the day. Give me a few hours and it could all change. Scratch that, I’m over the feeling already. While I type I have a baby tugging on my right foot and crying because I won’t let him have the shoe I’m wearing and a 4 year old whining because someone touched him. The feeling was great while it lasted, I suppose.

Kids are weird. I never imagined I would be exhausted, depressed, anxious, broke, swimming in toys and using my sofas and Pack N Play to hold my mountains of clean laundry that I cannot bring myself to hang/fold, but here I am. I always thought I would be that patient, overly joyed Pinterest mom. Thanks to the high expectations from the internet now I feel like a failure on a regular. I’m sure some of you can relate. Fuck you, Pinterest. Although, I do know almost every song to whatever they watch so that must count for something, right? Yes, sometimes the tv is a free babysitter while I get some shit done. Motherhood is hard af and trying to stay connected with your spouse through the huge shit storm kids bring with them makes it even harder, but here’s my journey through this life with my kind of big family and not losing my remaining sanity.