I'm a wife, I'm a mother, and in the dog-eat-dog world of family, sometimes I'm the Kraken!
What’s a Kraken? The Kraken is the sea monster from the movie, Clash of the Titans or in my house, mom when she gets mad. Yes, my family calls me the Kraken. I find being the Kraken refreshing and effective. As a communication tool, it gets the job done. They comply or make me laugh and forget why I’m mad in the first place. We laugh a lot in my house.
I love to laugh and I do it often. Some might call my laugh, a guffaw, or too loud, or obnoxious. I throw my head back and let it rip, loud and proud, it comes from deep within, from my belly and my heart. My laugh has silenced restaurants, turned heads and stopped traffic. It’s as contagious as the stomach bug, you can’t be with me and not laugh, or at least smile. I have no problem making fun of myself, it’s a daily occurrence, but I never make fun of anyone else, except my husband, and only when he deserves it, which is often. We’ve been together for 20 years, married for 17, so I have lots of material. I call him The Rock because he’s mine and as dumb as one.
We have 3 kids, 16, 13 and 10, two girls and a boy. We have a huge extended family and I have cadre of quirky friends. They tell me great stories that make me, you guessed it, laugh. Raising a family is what I do best and pretty much the only occupation I’ve ever wanted. I’ll get back to you if I discover any other skills.
I’m exceedingly typical. I love to read, I love to garden, I love to cook, I love to bake. I bake all of my own bread, and cook everything from scratch. I hate to clean and have a high tolerance for dirt, clutter and chaos.
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