The Perfect Word

In the fashion of the head of a household who brings all of his guests to order and thanks them for coming to his home, I guess I should do the same. Thanks for being here! I guess I should explain what "here" is. This is basically my writing laboratory. I love writing. I wrote a book that is technically complete, but still FAR from actually being done. One day I hope to send it out to try and get it published, but I feel like I need to step away from it for a little bit and do some other things. I think my next project is going to be a children's book, but whatever that next step may be, I need to write every day. What better way than a blog, right? And what better subject than this crazy, hectic, frustrating, funny, wonderful and blessed situation called MOTHERHOOD.

Now you understand the "Mother" part of the title, and if you know me, you probably understand the "Muddled" part too. But here is the explanation, (compliments of dictionary.com), definitions in bold applying more specifically to myself:

Muddle -

-verb (used with object)
1. to mix up in a confused or bungling manner; jumble.

2. to cause to become mentally confused.

3. to cause to become confused or stupid or as if with an intoxicating drink.

4. to make muddy or turbid, as water.


-verb (used without object)
5. to proceed, behave, or think in a confused or aimless fashion or with an air of improvisation.


-noun
5. the state or condition of being muddled, esp. a confused mental state.

6. a confused, disordered or embarrassing condition; mess

-verb phrase
Muddle through - to achieve a certain degree of success but without much skill, polish, experience, or direction.


Oh yes, that is definitely the definition of ME. And not just as applies to motherhood, but really, many aspects of my life. When I was a teenager, my bedroom was always a mess. One of my best friends gave me a picture book for Christmas entitled Franklin is Messy. Pretty obvious hint, wouldn't you say? Not only is it challenging for me to keep my house clean, especially now that I have two kids, but I am also constantly inserting my foot into my mouth. And yes I love to try doing things that I have never done before, and it is never in any organized, methodical way. I get an idea into my head, and immediately, without thought or planning, rush out to acquire the items needed for my newest experiment. Sometimes the outcome is pretty good, and other times my interest fizzles before the idea comes to fruition.

The point is, this chapter of my life is an endless maze with so many twists and turns, ups and downs. There is so much to write about! Some days are hilarious and some are heartbreaking. One day I might write about a new recipe I tried, and another day I might write about a new embarrassing moment (and these are becoming more and more frequent). On some days, I may find that nothing of interest has happened, although I'm realizing that sometimes there are lessons to be learned in the simplest of happenings.

Diaper duty calls!