Something to make you laugh. Something you can relate to. Something to make you feel just a little bit better. These are my goals of sharing stories from my life.

Me trying to convince my toddler to take a picture with me on our family vacation. His response, “No thanks. Take a selfie of yourself.” Cue my reaction.

Hey y’all, my name is Brittany Wynne. For my first post, I thought I’d take a moment to tell you a little about me and what exactly you are getting into if you decide to flip through this blog of mine. First off, let’s address the elephant in the room. Did I just post a picture of myself with half a face of makeup on, while squinting into the sun? Yes, yes I did. Some of you won’t care. Others, like one of my aunts (Naming no names. Love you.) is dying by the lack of mascara on my eyes. So why did I choose that picture as my intro picture? One simple answer. I VALUE authenticity. This picture really captures the essence of me. President of the hot mess club.

In this world of social media, perceived perfection, instant gratification, etc., I just want to keep it real. If you ran into me on any given day, you would find me in yoga pants, no makeup, and hair in one of two ways. One, a totally frizzy bun because those fine little strands cannot be contained. Two, a low ponytail that’s way more under control, but not perfect, that says, “Oh hey, she tried.” Every now and then I actually get dressed where my hair and makeup are put together, but even then it’s my twenty minute mom routine. If you ever find me all dolled up, you best know there is something special going on!

A little about myself. In rapid fire style. I’m an August baby, born in the late eighties, and still get way too excited about birthdays. I married my high school sweetheart, we have two handsome boys, and we LOVE to travel. I don’t really care about celebrities or celebrity gossip. Unless it’s Taylor Swift because #swifty. I love to be outside and to work on my mini garden. I believe in daily dance parties with my children and that quality time trumps anything else. The dishes can wait until bedtime! I HATE spiders and mosquitos. I’m a lover of ice cream. Milkshakes are my absolute weakness. I have been planning my family Disney vacation since before I was ever pregnant. I believe in kindness. I believe that talking about mental health needs to be normalized and that the stigma needs to be erased. I am technology challenged, so please expect 1,573 mistakes on this blog thing at any given moment. Last, but certainly not least, I believe that I am saved by grace. Thank the Lord for that one, because I am always one hot mess away from needing some more of that grace!

The biggest question: Why The Blog? It seems that after you get told for the umpteenth time that your life is so funny/interesting/insert your own adjective here that you should blog about it, you finally do. With my technology struggles, a blog is something I never thought I would do. Yet, here I am. At least attempting this blogosphere. I figured that if I could make at least one persons’ day better with a story about my life, then it was worth it.

My husband and I, over the past few years of raising kids, have had our fair share of adventures. We’ve covered a lot of ground from amusing to terrible. Through this blog, I want to share some of our experiences and some of the things that we have done. He’s a corporate worker and I’m a stay at home mom. We’ve learned to work together with what each of our roles has brought to the table. There has certainly been a period of trial and error, but we are always working towards better valuing and appreciating each other’s contributions. I like to think that where we are now, that we’ve built a pretty fantastic dual support system. We like to think of ourselves as the wynning team. (Ba Dum Tsh.)

There you have it. You got a little about me and where my mind is for this blog thing. So here it goes. Here is my blog. Here is my life. Prepare for oversharing and rambling. I promise if you let me talk long enough it eventually makes sense. (I am already laughing at myself. Yes, that is a regular occurrence.) Now I’m going to tell you something that I tell my husband whenever I get an idea. Which is often. “Momma’s on her crazy train (complete with train motion). Prepare yo self and hop on.”