Broken Promises & an Introduction

I'm constantly telling myself that I should write...write for myself, write for people, write for my son, write for my sanity, but I start, and then I stop.  My hope is that I can make this a place where my fingers touch the keys, and I put little, to no thought into the editing when I'm done.  Just a place to download my thoughts, my life, and what comes next.  So, where I'm at now is basically in the same place I was, nothing's changed, and so the name:  #RaisingOrosco was something that I talked about with my husband, and he was a little more than offended about the "concept" than I thought he'd be, and even though the subtitle doesn't really let onto it, it's about raising myself too.  I was one of those people who read, and read, and then read some more on how to do everything, cook, clean, and when it came time, how to raise my child...and then I found out, you don't know jack until you're in the moment.  Online blogs, WebMD, the countless resources out there are great to read, really, they are, I'm not at all discounting their credibility, or value, but a lot of times, they can force you into this bubble that doesn't really suit you.  So, the most I've ever learned about being a wife has happened in our Corolla when forced to sit next to David after a heating argument, or after my son has escaped potty training at every single pass (cloth diapering is great when trying to be frugal, but horrific on laundry days).  Things happen at their own pace, people develop and grow at their own pace, honestly, you learn this best from a toddler, and it teaches you more about yourself then you could know.  So, if anything, this will be a story of how we're (The Oroscos) are growing, learning, and loving.

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