"What Are You Doing Here?"

I say this about a lot of things, but I'm being (almost) serious when I let you all know that if I ever had an autobiography it would be titled the exact same title as this post.
"What Are You Doing Here? the Erica Shoults story". Now being converted to a Lifetime movie network show.
Not really. my autobiography would probably be titled something way more shallow than that. I'd probably google really deep titles for a while and rip off someone else's good idea. Hey, at least I'm honest!

Circling back, as I sit here typing up this post, I find myself thinking back to that question. What am I doing here? You know where I should be? Doing laundry. I have a laundry mountain from you know where upstairs in my laundry room that is crying out to me. Yet, here I am. I've searched high and low for a blog written by someone I could relate to. A working mother who hasn't quite figured it all out yet. I searched and searched and read and read, and I could only find one thing really: Perfection.

Why is it that the only women who feel like being honest are the ones who are perfect? Or are they lying too?

I'm not here to lie. I'm here to tell you the cold, hard truth. My name is Erica. I have a monster 3 year old named Hayden and I'm married to the hottest dad I know, G. I am the .00001 percent. I'm not yet 25 and I have a husband, a toddler, a home (we just moved in, but hey.. we own it!), 2 cars, and a career. I'm not the perfect wife. I never learned how to balance a checkbook. If you asked me to even fill one out right now I'd most likely look up a picture online of how one looks when filled out correctly to make sure I wasn't doing it wrong, and that's no joke my friends. I have to make a conscious effort not to be a terrible cook, and half the time my house looks ridiculous. I have to make detailed notes of what I'm going to do each day or I will not do it, simple as that. I'm not hot either. You'd think with my limited set of skills I'd be smokin' to make up for it, but nope. No such luck.

My autobiography would be titled "What Are You Doing Here?", and the sequel (because I'd totally have a sequel to my autobiography in this hypothetical world) would be called "I'm Working On It."

I'm here to talk about working on it. I'm here to vent and share and love and learn. I'm here to post recipes that work, baby things, marriage things, work things, and.. thing things. This is me growing and working on it, and hopefully you're here because you're doing the same or because you think I'm at least slightly witty. Either way I'm glad to have you here. Stick around, I'm making pulled pork this weekend for the first time so at least there will be something relevant here ;)