sometimes parenting can make you feel just a little crazy


I initially intended to debut my new blog over this past weekend, but as I watched the tragedy in Connecticut unfold last Friday I had to pause my plans.  See, the title of my blog is a double entendre.  It represents both the types of miniature food stuffs one encounters as a parent and also how I feel at times while parenting...just a tiny bit crackers, har har.  This blog is meant to be a reflection of my life as a mom; the good, the bad, the funny and at times poignant, but mostly tongue in cheek.  I wasn't sure how to proceed, though, after the horrifying events in Newtown.  It seemed poor timing to open a blog about how my children make me feel crazy at times.  It seemed poor timing because my children are perfectly normal, healthy kids, none of us are suffering from mental illness and I feared that poking fun at the absurdities of child-rearing would be a slap in the face to those who those who no longer have the option of yelling at their child for coloring on the walls or spilling milk on the dog.  I am lucky to be able to decry "time out!" and feel like I'm losing my mind as my kids run around the house whining in surround sound.  I am lucky because at the end of the day I can tuck them into bed and sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".  Yet, perhaps it is exactly because I know how to count my blessings that I can forge ahead and write with authority.  After all, any parent worth their salt gets driven nuts by their kids on occasion and you can't parent as if everything is supposed to be rosy all of the time.  It just doesn't work like that.  You can't get the good without some of the bad and just about any parent I know will gladly take all of the bad as the good, however little or short, always outweighs it. So, just like life with kids, it's exactly not how I thought it would go, but it's ending up alright just the same.