Not to brag or anything, but on a previous blogging venue, I was rather known for my poop stories. Ok, obviously I am not boasting, since it is really a sad indicator of what your life can become when you are a stay at home mom: Do I have some stories for you!
Read more on Tales from the Diaper Pail…
Current Mood:
Oh no you didn’t!
It has been a wonderful year for tomatoes. Last summer they refused to ripen. This was probably for the best, since JD was only a few months old and canning them was not really a feasible option. My stash of home canned tomatoes had dwindled down to the point where I was almost panicking. No goulash? What if I really, really want goulash? You can’t make goulash with (gasp) store bought canned tomatoes!
Read more on Take my tomatoes- please!…
Current Mood:
Green
I always laugh when I think about baby-proofing. Mostly because of that saying “I child-proofed the house, but they keep getting back in!” but also because it is impossible.
Making your home a sanctuary in which no child will ever get hurt/ingest a chemical/swallow a Lego is not going to happen. New mothers, take notes. It will save your sanity!
Current Mood:
Perplexed…???
I want to preface this with some major kudos to the single parents. I don’t know how you do it. Seriously.
I foolishly decided that I could take all three boys camping by myself. No husband.
Read more on Dirt, Blood and Tears…
Current Mood:
Juggling the world
My friends had invited us to go camping with them. They had their grandkids for the weekend of this really excellent tractor show (a phrase I never thought I would utter, I assure you) and were hoping we would tag along so they would have some built in playmates.
Read more on On the Road Again…
Current Mood:
Do me in already!
Sometimes I have trouble reminding myself that JD is a full-fledged toddler. Most people refer to it as “denial.” He is my youngest, he is the last, and certainly will be my “baby” forever, right? I can only ignore those “signs” for so long, those indicators that my baby is on the path to becoming a little boy.
I am ready to give up on being presentable. It just isn’t going to happen. I am not a neat person to begin with. I am rather clumsy and prone to spilling coffee on myself, or dribbling salsa down my shirt. Condiments land on my pants on a regular basis.
Read more on A Clean Shirt, Please!…
Current Mood: Do me in already!
We had a rough morning today. The baby, JD, was in to everything. This does not make it easy to cook breakfast, and I was doing it up right. Ok, no pancakes, but if there is fruit, meat, toast and eggs, there better not be any complaining.
Current Mood:
Drowning & Juggling the world
I like to joke about the way I talk. I tend to describe it as like Ray Romano and Fran Drescher had a love child. It’s a unique blend of Midwestern nasal twang combined with a Texas accent on occasion.
Current Mood:
Embarrased & 
Hysterically laughing
It’s been a long few days in the Maniacal house. I have family in town, and we have been getting together for dinner.
As any parent with small children can tell you, leaving the house isn’t easy. You have to pack up everything you own to keep them entertained and/or safe. By the time you drag your exhausted and whiny brood home, all you want to do is drop it all and crawl into bed.
Current Mood:
Domestic & 
Needing a time out…
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Maniacal Mommy is a former juvenile detention worker turned SAHM. She enjoys reading, gardening, and writing when her three sons allow her to. She also has seven chickens and two cats.
Kids: 3 boys (6,4 & 9 months)
"And no, we are not going to try for a girl!"
Car: Chevy Venture ("The Mommymobile")
"My only complaint is the non-descript tan color. I keep resisting the urge to have flames painted on the doors."
Dream Car: "One that doesn't have a permanent french fry odor."
Favorite Time of Day/Night: "Once I get the kids to bed. I can finally sit down, write a little and I don't have to hide in the bathroom to have a Peanut Butter Cup."
Daily Saying/Motto: "Mommy does NOT mean slave!"
From one mom to another: "Nothing really prepares you for Motherhood. We are all winging it, so go with your gut."