This is my epistolary blog written as a series of letters to the late, great Erma Bombeck.
Erma was the original domestic goddess, writing a syndicated newspaper column, appearing on Good Morning, America as a commentator, and author of such humorous essay collections as At Wit’s End and Motherhood…The Second Oldest Profession. She did all this from the 60′s-90′s, but I like to think that although Erma didn’t have an Ipad or a Dyson, marriage and family life hasn’t changed *that* much.
I am not a domestic goddess, but, like Erma, I do a lot of writing and I have a husband and children. My writing is of the dry, fairly boring, research variety from which I earn my keep, but there isn’t anything dry or boring about my family.
I’m a professed domestic disaster, my kids still aren’t potty trained, I don’t dust, and my husband does all our laundry. I do love them fiercely, even if nobody will mistake my house for spotless or my kids for little angels.
Most “mommy blogs” are about how this or that theory of child rearing is best and they’re really awesome at it, or about how they find time to decorate their homes and have great looking Christmas card photos because they go to the gym, or how they turned their family farm into a multi-million $$ industry with raffia, sticky tape, and an eBay store. Ok, I exaggerate a bit, but one thing you won’t see on this blog? Overachieving on the domestic front. But if you like sweat pants and p0nytails and Netflix at home dates so you don’t have to find your make up bag, you might like reading my letters to Saint Erma of Bombeck.