CODE NAME: Momma. MISSION: Strap those kids in. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

Did I ever mention that I have seven kids? No?!? Um okay. Whatever.

It’s really nothing to it these days. Feed ‘em, bathe ‘em, love ‘em, send them to bed, and be done with it.

Nah, all kidding aside I enjoy each and every one of those little critters that have misshapen my vajayjay 7 times. Yes, 7 natural births people!

Anywho, the girls rule in my house. Really. I grunted out five girls and two big headed boys. Now if you count my hubby and then me the girls outweigh the boys 2:1. (That’s a ratio. If it is not correct shoot me, cause math sucks).

Their ages and *names I’ll provide. Really. Believe me if anyone tries to track them down to take them they’ll return them in 22 seconds flat! No kidding! My kids are rough and tumble down to earth countree! The mountain air will do that to ya!

Well lets see: There is Tia 16 “the actress/pop princess”, Theo 14 “the wiseman”, Tiana 13 “the technician”, Tisha 11 “the instigator” , Taj 8 “Mr. Miyagi”, Tamara 6 “the trouble-maker”, and Trinity “the princess” is 2 years old. I know it’s a big name for a little girl, but let’s face it; babies are little people with big demands. Really.

I am literally the referee, teacher, disciplinarian, chef, dishwasher, arbitrator, entertainer, news caster, weather woman, laundress, seamstress, problem solver, remote-control handler, chauffer, penny-pincher, usher, shopper, story reader, storyteller, doctor, nurse, counselor, and the comforter. My hubby works two jobs to support us. He got off easy. Stupid males.

Well, that about sums up my life in a nutshell. I told my husband if we were to ever have anymore children we’d have to move into a shoe cause I’d literally be the little old woman who wouldn’t know what to do. (FYI: the momma factory IS closed).

I never knew that I’d be a mother of such a tribe. Literally. I grew up in New York City (Brooklyn), and I’d see so many mother’s on the east side struggling with their children and being so rough with them and looking so tired. I vowed I’d never be one of those women. Talk about putting your foot in your mouth. Yes I’ve eaten my share of shoes. No really. My Nikes are missing.

Anywho, just a shout out to you fellow bloggers. Thanks for all of your comments. Keep ‘em coming. I am so bored and I need an adult to talk to.

Well, I am off to settle another argument. Trouble-maker and Mr. Miyagi are at it again. No really.

* All the names have been changed cause if anyone attempts to take my critters I'll drop kick them in a heartbeat. Never mind that I don't know Karate, I know Karazy!!!