StraitJackets and Chicken Wattles

StraitJackets and Chicken Wattles -  A new beginning

Well fuck a duck.  I’ve been playing by the rules for a long time.  I’m starting a new blog called Strait Jackets and Chicken Wattles because I feel repressed on social media.  I have so many stories to tell but I’m not convinced Social media is ready for them.  Or maybe I’m not convinced that the majority of my social media friends are ready for them. Plus, I get to cuss more in my blog.  So, this blog is my safe zone.  Strait Jackets and Chicken Wattles is my safe word.   

As part of my online business, I coach women to break free from the chains of what is expected of them.  I want women to live life on their terms and do what is best for them and their family.  Free from the fear of judgement.   I aspire to inspire women to take control of their health, their income and mindset but my posts and even newsletters are framed in a way that I thought most of the people on Facebook  would want to receive them.  That doesn’t make any sense.  How the hell can I coach women to jump all in instead of testing the waters first when I am holding back because of the fear of judgement.   

So, my blog is now taking on another name and another mindset.  I’m going to put myself out there so other women can know, it’s okay to say the things you are thinking.  I’ve been so afraid to say what I really think b/c of the fear of offending someone else.  But I now trust myself and I know that I don’t have poor intentions when I speak my mind so I know that if anyone takes offense, it’s on them.  My intentions are truly to uplift others and I don’t think poorly of anyone. 

I’m taking off the strait jackets that bind me to what society thinks I should post, what I should write or what I should wear.

I can’t tell you how many posts I want to put out there being a mom of boys.  The shit that is said and happens at our home is hilarious although not meant for the general public.  So here is where I will outlet those stories.  Some are cute, some are funny some are just down right disgusting. 

So why Chicken Wattles?  I’m so glad you asked!  I have two boys.  Age 6 and 8.  They rock my world and are my drive that makes me focus and work hard.  I want them to grow up in a household of love, health and confidence. However, my 6 year old still doesn’t have the confidence to wipe his own ass all the time.  

Now let me back track a sec.  From when this child was just a baby, he clung to me.  I mean, my first child (Dane) has a fair amount of independence but the second one, Axel, oh my lord.  I’ve coined him my dingleberrry since he was 6 months old. 

What’s pretty funny is that 5.5 years later, he has a hard time wiping is ass b/c he has dingle berries all - the - time.  One day he yells at me from the toilet, “Mommy, I have another chicken!”  I was clueless to what he was talking about.  With caution and preparing for the unexpected I walked in. 

“Honey, what do you mean you have a chicken?”  He giggled and said, “I need help wiping, I have a piece of poop hanging off that looks like a chicken’s throat.”  I about died!  How clever and gross all at the same time.    

As I was doing laundry and thinking about how I was going to rebrand the new tone of my blog, he yells at me through the bathroom door, “Mama, I have a Rooster.. It’s a big one”.

Now this is how this particular post ends.  I want to share with you my experiences as a mom and in particular a mom that is learning as I go.  The only thing I’ve ever wanted in my life is to be me and to make sure my boys know that, it’s okay to be you!