Hi, my name is Charli, and some days I wish I was an alcoholic.

12one7 is the date in which I found out that the dear husband and I were going to be a family - forever. Like it or not. No take backs (we really do like it by the way...some most days).
We were kids then, not married with two minimum wage jobs supporting us. My man - the laid back, easy going guy he was, sees the two lines, looks into my 19-year-old eyes, full of questioning, hope and perhaps a tint of panic and says totally deadpan, "High five, man... I got strong swimmers."
That's when I knew I'd picked the right guy to get knocked up by. If this didn't phase him - what could?
As for me, I went through the emotional turmoil of a horrendous pregnancy while working as a waitress... growing a human was probably the most difficult thing I've ever done. Raising her has been a cinch compared to the hell she gave me in utero...
Oh and update! We decided to test out his swimmers once again - you know, by doing "IT" again and what do you know? He totally still has strong swimmers.
And we totally have TWO children now. 
I spend my time playing the terribly lazy housewife in an almost tropical climate (hey, we have palm trees), attempting to Charlotte Mason, Reggio Emilia, Waldorf, Montessori, unschool homeschool our daughter.
I have a foul mouth and a fouler mind.

The fact is - what the internet needs is another mom blog.
It's true. I read it somewhere.
And that's where I come in.

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