Hey, y’all!

I’m Danya, a 20-something mother of two {kind of insane but still amazing} little kids.  Okay, maybe the 5 month old can’t be classified as ‘insane’ yet but I’m sure he’ll get there. Moving on. What you need to know about me is that I love coffee but never get to drink it hot.  I miss being able to leave the house without
having to pack enough diapers and snacks for post-apocalyptic Earth.  I am amazed at how much destruction two little hands can create and I wouldn’t trade any of it for a week alone with Tom Hardy on a beautiful deserted island.  I love my husband. I love my husband.  Suntan oil, margaritas…

Sound familiar?  Hashtag: momlife.  I’ve spent a lot of my days cleaning up poo and a lot of nights reading blog posts from other mamas out there.  Sometimes, it’s nice to have reassurance that you’re not going crazy and that it’s perfectly normal for your toddler to go potty in her Minnie Mouse suitcase.  Don’t ask.

So that’s where the idea for The Rusty Mom came from.  I was kneeling by my daughter, trying to explain how a suitcase is different from the potty and I thought, ‘Hey! I can write about this!’  From toddler crap to a parenting blog… maybe you can polish a turd.

Dig a little Deeper

The Rusty Mom isn’t just parenting, though.  It’s everything in parenting and marriage that I have ever wondered about.  I would love to help you with those questions that I’ve found answers to.  Have you quit your job to be a stay at home mom only to find out that the grass isn’t greener at home?  Are you a working mom who misses her children but needs that sense of contribution to your family?  Have you ever gotten the urge to hurl your breast pump at your husband because it’s 3am, you’re up pumping and he’s sawing logs?  Been there, done that…or would have if those pumps weren’t so expensive.  Maybe you want to try out a new recipe or make some awesome DIY home decor.  At The Rusty Mom, there’s a little bit of everything.

I believe in keeping it real.  There have been moments where I looked at my children and cried the happiest of tears basking in their purity and love.  You know sometimes, I still can’t believe that I’m a mom; that the two most precious things on this earth were formed in my body.  It is the most amazing feeling and I thank God everyday for my babies.

Then there are the days when I cry those sad tears.  The days when I’m exhausted and want nothing more than to disappear for a day or two to recharge.  Of course, I never do.  I pour one more cup of water, read one more bedtime story and fall into bed feeling guilty, silently promising my children that I’ll do better tomorrow.   That’s being a parent and we all know that nothing in parenting is perfect.  Sometimes, we’re all a little rusty.  I’m so glad you’re here!



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