First things first- I have been blogging since 2004, when “blogging” first became a thing. I used to use my Xanga to blog about my daily activities and passive aggressively talk shit about people and post little “tinypic” images to convey my emotions instead of just being a normal person and bottling it all up and then playing it totally cool. I’m not gonna lie, some things haven’t changed. Before blogging was around, we had things called Diaries. With keys. Paper & pen. I started that when I learned how to write my name. I started off by writing how annoying my brother was and what me and my friends were going to do that weekend and how boys were so confusing and should I date Joey or David? Again, things haven’t really changed in that department.
I started my “Thompson Family” blog back in 2009 when my HUSBAND (Yes, husband) and I first got engaged and found out we were expecting a screaming, crying, time consuming little ball of terror and love, otherwise known as a baby. I documented really random, boring things like how many times me and Tristan watched Barney and when we bought a vacuum. Really, I can’t believe anyone ever read that shit. I was a miserable Stuck At Home Mom. One can only watch Disney Jr for so long until they start to lose their minds. Blogging gave me something to do, as I was frequently counting down the hours of the day until I would go to bed alone, only to wake up and do it all over again. Amidst that misery, we were actually really in love with this little screaming bundle and we decided that this was so fun and our baby was so perfect we should do it all over again as soon as possibly possible.. And so we did and then 16 months after we had our first little ball of rage and love, we had another. And he was even more full of rage. Seriously, he had an ear infection and wouldn’t stop crying and I had no idea what was wrong with my baby.
So anyway, things sucked. You can find the whole story somewhere on here and trust me, it’s worth the read– but for now, I’ll summarize with the facts. Shit didn’t work out.
I’m a single Mom now, and I do whatever I want all day every day and it’s awesome. I am the happiest I have ever been in my life. I have my own car, my own cell phone, my own apartment, my own bed. There’s no hair left in the sink after somone shaves and doesn’t clean up after themselves, and I rarely roll over and wake up to morning breath. There are only two times in which I resent being a single mother and that’s when the trash needs to be taken out and it’s raining and after a big trip to Costco and it’s raining. Other than that, being a single mom is pretty kickass, and I have a great time doing it.
So I left my husband 2 years, 9 months, and 19 days ago… BUT WHO’S COUNTING. Oh right, me. We’re still married, and well things get even weirder because he’s expecting a new baby in a few weeks. Weird. Awkward.
Since that day that I left my husband, not only has my life taken on a completely different form and meaning, so did my blog. I started to use it as an outlet. I had bottled up so many emotions and secrets, and was struggling with a lot of things and the only way I knew how to get them out was the way I’ve been doing it all my life, which was through writing. So I did that, and it’s been a weird experience because my readers have literally multipled by the thousands. Like by 45,000 or so. Beause of that and with the hopes that someday in the next 365 days I will actually be a legally single woman, I decided I wanted to start fresh. I wanted a new blog with new direction. I didn’t want my blog to be based on the “Thompson Family” because that family changed. We’re still the “Thompson Family” but we’re more than that now. We’re not just a picture on a holiday card full of cheesy smiles when really everything is falling apart at home. I’m a sucker for the Holiday cards so the cheesy smiles aren’t going anywhere but now we’re also a real family, inside and out– we have real struggles and we have real triumphs and we have real bad knock knock jokes. That’s the family I want to display. The one that is honest and tells the truth even when it hurts. So sometimes my blogs are like super emotional and weird and sometimes they’re inappropriate and snarky and sometimes I just want to brag about how cute my kids are and I don’t know what else to tell you. It’s my blog and I do what I want