Okay, so before I begin this I should explain what I mean when I say I am a “Singlish” mom. A “Singlish” mom basically a mom who co-parents, so not technically a single mom, but let’s be honest, the word co-parent just doesn’t do it for me. So now that we have that definition out of the way let me introduce myself. I am a Singlish mom of two totally awesome, chaotic, adorable, destructive children. As a Singlish mom, I spend a lot of my time stepping on Legos, yelling about pee on the floor, cooking, cleaning, more yelling, cleaning, and being a human jungle gym. Yes, I did say I yell. I am a proud mom who yells. Do I really need to justify myself? I mean come on if you’re reading this you probably have kids, and if you have kids who do nothing wrong, never yell, never throw fits, all that normal kids’ stuff; well you’re fake and we other moms aren’t falling for your shit. I have dishes in my sink, a pillow fort in my living room, and I am pretty sure my son’s dirty underwear are hanging from the bathroom doorknob. My life is either completely relatable or you are completely and utterly nose turned up at my honesty. I have stories galore of funny, embarrassing, and downright not okay things my children have done.


Trying my hand at blogging, but with the 239847 mom blogs out there I have to find what makes me different.