Life is messy. Kids are super messy. Even though my babies have moved to the triple-digit month counts – you know, she’s 111 months old – I am still floored by the disasters they create when eating food, blowing their noses, and just living life in general. If you think once your wee one can walk, run, or say, even drive, that your messy days are past, you’re mistaken!
Joy aka Evil Joy is wife to one Dr. Evil and mother to four children she often refers to as spawn. Joy is a snowboarding fanatic and loves to share her exploits - snowboarding and otherwise - on Instagram. She currently spends copious amounts of time taxiing her children from one place to another. Frequently funny, always honest, and occasionally serious Joy blogs about everything from dealing with messy teenagers to navigating life after PTSD. Joy has been published in the anthologies "Surviving Mental Illness Through Humor" and "Only Trollops Shave Above the Knee" and featured on Sammiches and Psych Meds and In the Powder Room.