What are this?

Ok, so...um...where do I start? Do me a favor real quick before we get going and google, "Jenna Marbles What Are This" and watch the video. Do it. You're welcome. I love her.

I am not a fabulous writer so don't expect anything fancy here, that's not what this about. (Although, use the wrong there/their/they're or your/you're around me and I WILL judge you. Sorry.) This is just a little place for me to express myself. ....To all none of you. Or maybe someone will read this, that would be cool too.

ANYWAY. (I go off on tangents. A lot. I'm the worst storyteller ever, ask anyone.) The other night I was rocking my little beebees(that's baby for anyone outside my inner circle) back to sleep for the MILLIONTH time that night and I thought about things like I always do when I'm staring at the same four walls of his room. At first I thought I should write a letter to him every night that I am up with him all night and make him read it someday as punishment. Or birth control perhaps. But then I realized, that would be A LOT of letters. Considering he has only slept through the night ONCE in his five and a half month existence. So, then I thought maybe I should write a little bloggie. The next day my very best friend started a blog of her own about her battle with a rare condition that makes her brain think it has a tumor when it doesn't. (Go read it here. you're welcome again) I was inspired and decided no time like the present. And here we are.

Basically, what I hope this will be is a positive place for me to share things. Like how awesome being a mom is but how I am literally doing everything opposite of what I planned. Which I find kind of hilarious. In that, "you'll look back on this and laugh one day" kind of way. So many things pop in my head while I'm nursing or rocking or otherwise mothering my child. He fights sleep like no other baby on earth so I usually have a lot of time to think. Hence, the moonlight momma thing.

I wanted to say more but I think I'll leave it at that because I can hear beebees fussing downstairs with his daddy. Perhaps I'll write more later....