Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

I woke up this morning, checked my blog stats, and nearly spit out my coffee. Apparently people were reading while I was sleeping. Which feels insane. If we’re going to have a party around here, I’d at least like to put on a bra first.

For the longest time, writing this blog felt like me yelling into the void. Me, my husband, my mom, and maybe Tracie. Speaking of Tracie…girl, you alive? I haven’t heard from you in a bit and I’m starting to feel like the friend who sends “You alive?” texts.

Then strangers started showing up. People reading about my feral toddler, sports heartbreak, deviled eggs, poop, perimenopause, and the adventures of a sourdough starter named Garth that is unsure about his life.

Yesterday was one of those weird days where life felt all over the place..kinda like this post. I had an interview that left me more confused than encouraged, stumbled over my words, and walked away wondering if the guy interviewing me was interviewing me for the job I actually applied for or just making things up as he went.

Then last night Team USA went out and beat Paraguay 4-1, and between the goals and that little dude singing with Katy Perry, I found myself getting emotional over soccer. Which is who I am now. I still have no clue what I’m doing.

Half the time I’m writing with Bluey on in the background. The other half I’m wondering if posting about crying during commercials and celebrating giant poops is ruining my blog.

Laughing. Complaining. Celebrating potty victories. Crying over sports. Trying to survive adulthood without becoming an asshole.

What started as something to keep me busy and help me stay sober has turned into this little community, and that blows my mind. So if you’re one of the people who keeps showing up, thank you. Even if you came for a deviled egg recipe and stayed for the emotional damage…I’m glad you’re here.

So Wine-d down with me…hopefully in a new career. One day I’m questioning my life, the next I’m crying over soccer and blog stats. I guess we’re all just winging this shit together. 🍷❤️