Knit? Not.

Is it just me or do the blockbuster blogs seem to be primarily written by mothers who can do everything??  They knit, sew, cook, paint, homeschool and manage to have a beautifully decorated home and manicured acreage, all whilst raising 17 kids.

Ok, what’s the deal with that?

I have tried to get my crafty on several times and mostly it’s ended with me resolving to never craft again. My finished projects look like someone gave a blindfolded five-year a pair of scissors and a glue stick to play with. Surely I am not a stand alone crafting catastrophe?

I take my hat off to those mothers out there who can juggle sharp knitting needles whilst pinning down a squirming toddler with a nappy that looks like a work of art from one of those creepy museums.  I’m just not one of them.

Mummanatomy

I am a mother of two sons and wife of one man. I always wanted sons because I never wanted to raise someone like me. Mum tried and all things considering, she didn’t do a bad job.

Raising boys never has a dull moment. I grew up with two older brothers and endured their torturous ways, so I think I have all the training I needed for mothering lads. I enjoy the dirt, the energy, the humour and the conversation that takes place in our house. However, in saying that, I must admit I am perplexed by the attention that one part of their cute male bodies gets. News flash – I am the only person in this house without a penis, and apparently I need regular reminding of this fact.

Yes boys, you have a penis, but why does it need so much attention?

No, I don’t have a penis, so when will you stop asking me where it’s gone, or where is it hiding, or why I don’t have one? I’m ok with it, and so should you be. Please don’t feel sorry for me.

It feels good to get that off my chest… and no, I don’t feel the urge to pull my pants down to celebrate (unlike some members of my family).

(and all the mothers of sons shouted “Amen!”)