Boogers on the Wall

I graduated at the top of my class after serving as editor of my college newspaper and earning several journalism awards. I landed an internship at my favorite daily newspaper and was offered a full-time reporter position when the internship ended.

I was living my dream.

Then what did I do? I quit about a year later. I was pregnant with my first son and knew deep down I wanted to stay home to raise my children. I just didn’t know how hard that would be.

This year I will celebrate my fifth anniversary of stay-at-home-momhood, and I couldn’t let another year go by without writing something. But what should I write?

I’ve heard people say that to be a good writer you have to write what you know. What you experience. What do I know? Well, I no longer cover court, attend city council meetings or ribbon-cutting and groundbreaking ceremonies. I don’t have access to behind-the-scene parties or high-profile interviews. I’ve turned in my press pass and therefore my front-row ticket to exciting, news-breaking drama.

So what do I do now? I wipe boogers off the wall — boogers that have been meticulously placed in low-profile areas by my four-year-old son. And I’m getting pretty good at it.

Yet I know I am not the only mother doing this.

That is why I am starting this blog. I am going to write about the joys, headaches, heartaches, drama and ordinary excitement that come with being a stay-at-home mom. Hopefully other mothers will laugh and cry as they relate to my experiences as a wannabe perfect housewife.

Call it a personal rant, call it a therapeutic writing session, whatever it is it’s going to be good. If nothing else, it will be a great way to document my laughable failures and occasional triumphs of motherhood. Enjoy!