Hey there! I’m Tiff aka Mama Llama. I’m just your average, problem-solving, chocolate-sneaking, multi-tasking, book-reading, coffee-guzzling, bath-giving, sleep-deprived, constantly-worried mom. I started writing these little stories pretty much as therapy while my husband had his Army weekends and summer training.
When we had our daughter, she was a total Daddy’s girl (luckily for my sanity, she’s grown fonder of me in the past 5 years). Anytime she was with her Daddy, she was happy as a clam. He would go to work, or to the store, or just upstairs, and she was miserable. And this girl has always been a D-I-V-A. She would cry all day no matter what I did, until the moment she heard Daddy’s car in the driveway. Then she’d stop her tantrum and was all smiles when he walked in the door. Meanwhile, I was still a crying mess curled up on the floor. My mom, my friends, and my husband all thought I was just experiencing postpartum hormones and exaggerating how hard my days were. Until they saw it happen with their eyes. They watched her go from screaming termagant to delightful little cutie-pie in 30 seconds or less. They suddenly realized that although I am crazy (I’ve never claimed anything else), I was also pretty accurate in my description.
Our little Daddy’s girl struggled especially when my husband would have to go away for the weekend for Army. And he would miss his sweet baby angel. So, I decided to share my stories on Facebook to show him how much “fun” he was missing. From there- friends and family (especially those who had witnessed Boo in action) started to enjoy and look forward to our escapades, and as they say, the rest is history.
When he’s home, life is quiet. Then, as soon as his car pulls out of the driveway, it’s like the stars align and Murphy’s law goes into full effect (For my other exhausted mamas out there- that’s the one that says “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong”). Now our adventures will now forever be memorialized (and ready to come back to haunt my future teen-aged children) for all time.
This blog is for all the hot mess mamas out there. The ones who feel like they are barely keeping it together some days. The ones who fed their kids mac-and-cheese for the third day in a row. The ones who can’t remember if they showered today. The ones who feel overwhelmed by all of society’s expectations of a mom. The ones who love their kids to the moon and back but still need to occasionally hide in the kitchen shoveling in Oreo’s as fast as they can to keep from losing their ever-loving minds. If you are a perfect mom, or a judgy mom, this blog is definitely not for you so keep on scrolling (and get yourself some Jesus because you really shouldn’t be judging). But if you are a hot mess mama llama, or in need of a laugh- welcome to the craziness and enjoy!