I’ve wanted to be a mother since I was a small girl. When I played house I went all out-I breast fed my baby dolls. my siblings were forced to play the not so important roles of “dog”, “cat”, or “dad” . When I was 10, I marketed myself as a “mother’s helper” to help all of those mothers in our small Catholic homeschooling community who were  overwhelmed and just needed to get some laundry done. By 12,  I became a master at micromanaging my 3 younger sisters, and when I was 13, I started babysitting.

I had a few families I would watch for on a weekly basis until I left for college when I was 18. For some of them, I would even babysit over my college breaks .

All of this just made me want to be a mom even more and when I chose my major to be early childhood education I thought it would help me become an even better mom when I finally became one (and it has).
The funny thing about all of this to me is that I’ve come to the realization that, in all walks of life, the grass is always greener. It really always is. Now that I’m a mom, I can’t believe how f&#@-ing green it is over there!

My whole life, my dream was to become the perfect little housewife with all 10 of my beautify dressed children running around playing outside, never actually getting dirty, while I made a pie for my incredibly wealthy husband who despite his long hours was always present and always had time to give me a foot massage. this is not my reality, and if it is your reality, I’m probably not the blog you want to be reading. I was living is some very messed up day dream and marriage and motherhood have broken that door wide open. I can laugh now that I ever thought life could ever look like that.

When I was single, all I ever wanted was to be married and have children. Now, there are days I wonder how long it would take me to drive our very sensible minivan (which I love) to the Mexican border (about 1,500 miles…give or take). In my mind, what could be worse than a snarky 4 year old, a very clingy 2 year old and a husband on a completely different schedule!? (dramatic, I know)

I love my family with all my heart and at the root of it, life is good and strong, but it is also messy. It is anything but picture perfect and I came up with the name for my blog because there are days that I genuinely experience one blunder after another and I question every decision I have ever made in my life leading up to that moment (yes, I am extremely dramatic).
Life is beautiful and wouldn’t be quite so sweet without those blunders.

I am way more than a stay at home mom. All moms are and that is a beautiful thing. I created this blog to share about me, my parenting, my life, but most of all, my daily blunders- because no one is perfect and it’s not fair to believe you are any less than the amazing and wonderful mother and/or person you are. (And, sometimes reading about other people’s failures makes us feel better about our lives too.)


  • Reply Mary D. October 17, 2015 at 2:19 pm

    YES. Oh Cara, this is wonderful. Keep it comin’ woman!

  • Reply Kathryn E October 18, 2015 at 3:12 am

    Get real. Oh wait- you already are. Love this. Love you! You are going to help so many people through this.

    • Reply cara.vermett@gmail.com October 22, 2015 at 3:17 pm

      Thanks Kath. I hope you keep reading despite the mommy content. love you!!

  • Reply Stephanie V October 21, 2015 at 1:39 pm

    Yes ma’am! I’m in such a similar but different boat. When I saw the name to the blog, it’s exactly what motherhood is, at least for me. It’s great to be able to laugh about all the craziness that comes with being mom, wife, daughter/sister, friend, volunteer, and still find time ourselves. I love you and think this is great. Also, I can hear you saying all of this when reading

    • Reply cara.vermett@gmail.com October 22, 2015 at 3:09 pm

      Thanks Stephanie. It’s been fun writing but I’m still trying to figure it all out. I love being a mom and all the other stuff but it’s been more of a struggle to balance everything than I had ever thought. love you

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