My First Post!

   I have decided to enter into the twentieth century (a decade later) and write my own blog! How exciting for all of you! I decided to be very honest with my blog - a gritty southside Chicago account of growing up from a partier to a mom. Two VERY different roles, so I've learned.

   This won't be a blog that obsessed over every shit my son takes and analyzes it. I want to give you an account of my life as a mom, not the life of a baby. Let's be honest, babys' sleep, shit, and eat. Let's not pretend that every milestone my son reaches is the end all be all of baby milestones.

   On the other side, I do have the cutest, most adorable baby to ever cross the planet ever in the history of the universe. If you don't agree, fuck you. You're stupid.


  So here we go. Not too sure on how to start out this blog but to give you a little info. My son's name is Paddy. My husband Pat and I are already married (took the classy way and eloped to Las Vegas) but are having our big wedding in 2012. We actually didn't know I was pregnant when we married, we had eloped for insurance reasons. Two weeks after our trip to Vegas...  I'm super friggen pregnant! And just a bit nervous because I drank A LOT in Vegas. But eight wonderful (read: terrible for Pat) months later, we have a boy Paddy. Fell in love immediately. He was perfect.
   Then I brought him home...


   Let's be clear, I have always loved my son. But holy shit did I need sleep after that first week. Little did I know, it's five months later and I still need some of that sleep. But a little more used to motherhood and a little more used to being a housewife.
   So I'm a funny bitch and thought it would be fun to keep a blog of my life as a first time housewife and mother. Interested? keep reading. Not? Fuck off :)