tired midwest parents

We don’t know any more than the average parents. We are not better or worse.

We know different.

We know screaming and stomping.

We know thoughtful surprises.

We know holding the door open for others.

We know crying at the sight of bugs and boo boos.

We are never going to commit to a style or a form or a subject. Parenting doesn’t have one simple routine or structure, so why represent it as such? We improvise between best laid plans that get blown to bits by emotions, weather, and exhaustion. It’s lunacy and we love it. We also need a break now and again.

The words are here to express and share. We will commit to providing constant streams of thoughts and conciousness for others to sympathize, empathize, or contradict. We welcome ideas, opinions, and alternatives. We may not listen, but sharing is caring. We believe in community, though it’s tough to find time to commit to one.

They say “make time” but we’re not wizards. We like wizards. We read about them and watch them and imagine being one, but it’s not reality. Is it?

In the end, we’re just a couple creatives word vomiting into the ether with no expectations other than to get a few things off our chest, share stories, and imagine that a few words here and there will resonate with someone. Entertain. Distract. Inspire. We take what we can get.

Curious and kind, but sometimes judgmental of local sports teams and shady public figures. No politics. It’s all theater and we’d rather watch a movie.

No soap box. Just that parent at the BBQ a few beers deep that may be over sharing a bit about personal trauma and then rapidly descending into a rant about what’s better, the book or the movie.

Play along. Be curious. Be kind.

Maybe we’ll build something someday.

-Tired Midwest Parents