Welcome to Humorous Homemaking!

What’s your point in life? What is that you really DO? Why do you wake up every day and what do you hope to get done before you pass out in a stupor?

I’ll tell you what you are:

You’re a manager. Of your home. You cook, you clean, you budget, you chauffeur, you make rules, you call the shots, you drink coffee, you sometimes hide and cry in the bathroom, you try to get it all done to the best of your ability and then you realize something…

You feel like you’re taking crazy pills.

Wanna know a secret? Most of us are right there with you.

We’ve tried to measure up to Pinterest standards. We’ve tried to make sure we don’t set off the smoke detector. We’ve tried to be as “good” as all the bloggers out there. We’ve tried…

And we failed. Man, did we fail. There’s a smoke haze in the kitchen, dirt on the floor, dust bunnies in the corners, and something growing green stuff in the back of the fridge.

Can I tell you another little secret that most people won’t?

It’s okay. I’m that friend to tell you…IT’S OKAY, MAMA! I’m also the friend who will tell you when you have a booger instead of trying to ignore it.

There are a world of impossible standards out there. We’ve been sold a bill of goods.

THERE IS NO PERFECT HOME.

So, welcome to reality at Humorous Homemaking. This is a place where you can let it all hang out and enjoy another group of women who are just trying to make it day to day, based on our season in life.

Seasons change…therefore, routines and what works changes right along with it. I feel like my life is thrown into upheaval at least every few months.

Here, we’ll learn to manage our home without going nutso. We’ll laugh. We’ll walk beside and learn from each other – do what works and tell the other stuff to take a hike.

We probably won’t be politically correct. I say things most people can’t or won’t say. I step in it all the time…but, I don’t mind to tell you when I’ve messed up. Because we’re all imperfect.

Let’s manage our home. Let’s have fun doing it. Let’s love each other. Let’s drink coffee. Let’s figure out what the stench is in the garage, and then let’s have more coffee – and maybe a little chocolate for good measure.

It’s not too late to take your home back…because remember, in the walk of life, it’s only too late if you’re dead. And dead people can’t read blogs.