Wow…. My first post ever on my first blog ever.  What to say?  Maybe I should start with “why”.  Why am I:  almost 40, stay at home mom of 3 (soon to be 4) trying to write a blog?  Well:

Noah, Micah, Hannah, and baby soon to be.  That is reason number one.  I so want to keep track of this beautiful, crazy roller coaster ride that we are on together.   I have been so busy hanging on!  that it has been hard to stop and record it all.  So selfishly, I want to try to keep track of all the wonderful life being lived.  I want to remember it when I am old and senile!  Yet, I have failed miserably at:  scrapbooking, journaling, baby booking, video recording, picture taking………the list is endless.   I hope that I can put everything in one place (thoughts, pictures, videos) and have a record of it for later. 

Also, my sweet children, there are so many things I want to tell you, and yet, you are either too young or too busy to take in my wisdom.  There have been times in the middle of the night, that I have been moved to get up and write you a letter so that one day you will have a window into your mother’s thoughts at a certain time or event.  (You can find them in the baby books that I didn’t create for you).   So this is a place for some of that too. 

Secondly,  I am hoping that all the wonderful people in our lives (that I am doing a miserable job of keeping up with) can keep up with us.

Lastly, (is that a word?) as you may have gleaned from my title.  I would like to use this blog to remind myself that I am “not the maid”.   I am really a thoughtful woman with a brain and a master’s degree trying to do the most important and challenging job of my life, with stakes that are beyond my comprehension.  And although I do pick up everyones dirty clothes, wash dishes, clean up pee and poop at least 8 times a day, keep up with the bills, drive everyone around, etc, etc.   I do have something to say.  I can actually put together a sentence.  (althought the quality of that sentence has deteriorated with each pregnancy).  I am  hoping that this will be a place that I can try to pull myself together and remind myself; I am an intelligent being.  So that when I catch a glimpse in a store window, or mirror of this frazzled unshowered, unshaved, woman in sweatpants, with leaky breasts, remnants of my children’s last meal on my shirt,  and a cellulite butt.  I can hold my head high and think “that’s okay, I AM A BLOGGER!!!