I was the one that got lost from the group when chaperoning kids at the PA Farm Show (I was mesmerized by a friendly alpaca). I have been so absorbed in making dog treats that I forgot to make my son dinner. I don’t make my bed unless someone is visiting, and I have at least 5 minutes warning (but really, there is usually a cat on it, all sleepy and nestled in … how can I disturb them?)
So, I have never been asked to join the PTA (or even to chaperone again). I am not a candidate for “Mother of the Year.” My home has that “lived in” feel. What business do I have sharing my life and ideas with the great big world of readers out there (you)?
Trial and error. Years of throwing my energy into learning, experimenting, failing and trying again. Someone ought to benefit from all this work!
Growing up, I was often called, “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm,” after the character in Kate Douglas Wiggin’s 1903 novel about a precocious farm girl. Back then, I would discreetly roll my eyes when someone would use that name for me.
Reading the book again, I am honored to be considered for such a comparison. Rebecca was a lively, intelligent and resourceful girl that shared her enthusiasm for life, joy in learning and helping others.
Over the past couple decades, I have dealt with chronic illness, food allergies, a sleep disorder, divorce, life as a single mom, raising a special needs child, getting out of debt, living on a very tight budget, and starting over in a new home (by “new” I mean a house from the 1950’s that needs complete renovation), with a new husband at age 40. I have developed more than a few tricks up my sleeve in the process.
My hope is that I can both share with, and learn from, my readers (you) as I continue to develop ways to be more organized, save money, and make the most of every day.