A mothers day is never done, a single mothers day never ends!

I give MAADDD props to singe moms! Hubby has been gone for work for 3 days and I am ready to lose it. I love my son more than anything but this is tuff! No me time, unless I stay up to do laundry and blog after I put him to bed.... The house is a mess, and laundry is piling up. I dont have the time nor energy to clean right now, and since hubby the one who likes things very clean and orderly, wont be home until Friday night, it can wait. Though finding monster trucks in my bed and tripping on hotwheels isnt my idea of a good time. I suppose I should also point out that I have an amazing husband, cleans and would even cook if I asked. I havent figured out yet if it is to help me out yet or if he is just so OCD he would rather just do it himself! Haha Only Joking, but it is a little bit of both. He does laundry and spends tons of time with Jacob when I need it too. So maybe I am just spoiled and I should also give props to ladies who have loaf husbands who do nothing, and are actually another person to take care of. That wouldnt fly with this mama tho haha I am a Leo and need a whole lot of attention and me time. I am pretty excited about this blog. I get to share, and vent a little more candidly than on my facebook. I will hopefully have more time in the future to go back into the funny crazy stories of how motherhood started, and the hilarious stories along the way. As for now it is going to be scattered and random :)

How do you start a blog anyway?

Where to begin.... well a lot of family and friends have been telling me I should start a blog, because I have a hilarious maniac 3 year old who says the darndest things and I am a pretty damn good story teller. I have been posting things on my facebook but felt I could be a little more raunchy on my own blog (I dont often use swear words or usually explain the whole story when my child does something pretty gross haha) So here it goes....

The Title. When my bubby (my now 3 year old son) was about 2 years old we were at his grandmothers house. I also have a sister (his aunt) who is 11. She was 9 at the time, and we were convinced may have been born in a barn... my mom had told her to shut the door about 100 times that day. When she didn't the 101 time, my mom lost her cool and shouted "Madison, Shut the f#@$%ing door!" She came back to shut the door and my sweet little cherub cheeked angel baby yelled "Masson, shut the puckin door!" Thus beginning his hilarious, non filtered version of how he interprets life.