If you’ve clicked on the link to this post, I thank you, from the bottom of my tiny, black heart.
The fact that you have made the conscious effort to read this drivel in lieu of any number of infinitely more interesting activities is a testament to how much you value me as a human being, and — hey, where are you going?
For those of you who are left, welcome. You’ve made it a lot further than most people, mainly those who rolled their eyes/ignored my status as I shamelessly plugged this blog on social media.
So let’s get started.
I know what you’re thinking: Becca, what could unfit-mom.com possibly offer me?
First of all, what makes you think I’m doing this for you? Get over yourself.
I write because I love to write and frankly, this blog may be the only legacy I leave my children.
But if we’re being honest, I feel like a complete failure 99% of the time. Sometimes, I seriously believe that I’m breaking the world record for the number of ways I’m botching parenthood. So if I write anything at all here that makes you feel something, commiserate, laugh, fart, or laugh-fart, it will all be worth it.
In conclusion, I really do hope to see you back here, because frankly, I need the exposure.
And maybe a foot rub, if you’re offering.