The Good, The Muddy & The Stinky

You can never go wrong bringing Clint into a story, the iconic stance and the name of the movie says it all. Yes, I have shamelessly played on the movie title, but I'm not making any

money, so we should be good. Being a mother to a boy definitely lands you in the Wild West, there is simply no escaping that fact. Between shoot-outs at the O.K. Corral, mud in every crevice and things that smell so foul you think you're at a garbage dump, it makes those fleeting moments when he wants his #Mom priceless. Dads, I'm not purposely trying to exclude you and I'd love you to chime in on any topic, but I'm a Mom, it's just how God made me. So don't be shy Dads! Have fun with us! If you have a boy, then this is your place.

You may wonder who I am and why I'm even starting this endeavor. Simply put, my son is my life but I need more. I'm looking for an outlet for my creativity, for my thoughts, for my experiences. I started blogging a few year ago, but it was hit and miss. I wasn't a big fan of how the old site worked so I found Wix and now trying my hand at building a website and trying to share some funny content while doing it. A little about me. I'm a middle-aged, professional, single mother. I work full-time as an IT Project Manager but my hardest job is being a mother to my son. Believe it or not, managing complex IT projects is easier. You may be thinking, "Then why is she even trying to do this?" No, I'm not trying to be an overachiever, but I do like to write and share my experiences. Maybe I can help someone by letting them know they're not alone or maybe I can make someone laugh just a little bit, put a smile on their face when their day isn't that great. And if none of that happens, no problem, then it's just me chuckling out loud.

Some of you may be wondering why my site is called "Seriously Dude?" Picture this. I'm getting dinner ready and my son says or asks something that's totally preposterous like, "Hey Mom, can you buy me a $500 pair of sneakers?" This is where I put the cooking utensil down (because I was just chopping veggies), wipe my hands slowly and with intent, turn to face the man-child with hands on hips in THE Wonder Woman pose and say to him (with my best deadpan tone, head tilted), "Seriously dude?" This is my catch phrase that embodies the sheer disbelief that sometimes comes with being a #boymom. It's not that I'm insensitive to his feelings and I get that he's got a lot going on, but some of the things that come out of his mouth just flabbergast me. He then proceeds to tell my why it's so important that he gets those $500 pair of sneakers, which I listen to but preparing for what comes next, "No." I don't yell, I just answer and resume my veggie cutting. Depending on how well I delivered the, "Seriously dude?" and how powerful my Wonder Woman stance was, he'll drop it. But, if I haven't delivered the perfect, Oscar-winning performance...the shindy begins. The next few minutes are me chopping my veggies saying, "No." "No." "No!" "NO!" "For the love of Pete, NO, NO, NO and NO!" By this time, I've stopped chopping, I'm facing him, blood pressure up and I go into my best Jack Nicholson from "A Few Good Men" letting him know why he shouldn't have those $500 sneakers, that he doesn't understand and how he should just say thank you for what he has. No, I'm not proud that I yell but I do the best I can. I hoping I'm not alone.

Well, that's a bit about me. I want to hear about you. Share with me your experiences being a #boymom, tell me what you want to talk about, I'm always looking for good topics.

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