Hi, my name is Mychal and this little blog here is about my life in what I so lovingly call Mommyland. For those who might not know me, I’m the mother of two crazy little boys who keep me on my toes on a daily basis. I am also the wife to probably one of the hardest working men I’ve ever encountered. For the past 36 years I’ve been the daughter to strict but loving parents and much to her disappointment all those years ago, I became the (much) younger sister to a woman I’ve spent a lot of time looking up to.

Along with my husband and two sons, I share my world on The Hill with a 17 pound orange tabby named Princess Nittany and a 10 pound Yorkie named Cooper.

Ah, The Hill. The Hill is the place where our house sits in beautiful southeastern Pennsylvania, where we’ve spent more than six years.

I’m a recovering shopaholic. I am hopelessly addicted to Starbucks lattes (skinny vanilla with light foam, please). I prefer SUVs to cars because I’m small so I like to ride in something large.

Back in the days before children I was fairly stylish. I used to be up on what was in fashion and my clothes came from higher end stores. Now much of my wardrobe comes from Target and Costco.

Oh Costco. How do I love thee, let me count the ways. I average about one trip a week to my beloved Costco.

I take a lot of selfies since without them I’m afraid there would be no photographic evidence that I even exist. While I’m talking about photographs, I take more photos of my dog than my kids mostly because he’s much more tolerant of being photographed than the boys are.

I am ferociously protective of my family. You fuck with them you fuck with me and I will not rest until I take your ass down.

I swear a lot. Like A LOT! It drives my parents crazy and it’s created a monster when it comes to the word choices my youngest makes. I’m trying to work on it but sometimes a carefully placed F word just gets the job done and the point across better than anything else.

I have follow through issues. I’m great at getting started but once I fall off the wagon of doing something I usually get run over and lose all momentum. This last part is the reason for this post, I’ve all but abandoned my blog and I miss it. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, I’m going to work hard on sharing more with you here. I do enjoy telling you about my sometimes wild and crazy life, this blog has been a great outlet for me, so I’m hoping to give it yet another jumpstart.

Today is kind of a big deal here in Mommyland. Today is Bill’s birthday and it’s a big one, today he turns 40.

How the hell did that happen? I’m sure he’s wondering that even more than me. I feel like we were just celebrating his 30th!

I wanted to feature him today and make a big deal over this milestone year because he’s something special. His drive and determination is something you don’t see very much anymore.

Bill is hardworking. Hardworking might just be an understatement, the man took an idea and turned it into a business that pays the bills and keeps us in our house on The Hill.

Before that he worked his ass off to become a Certified Golf Course Superintendent, a distinction that only 8% of superintendents in the US receive and only 2% worldwide. To me that’s something spectacular.

His career isn’t the only thing he excels at either.

Bill is an amazing father! The boys have wanted to be just like him from the time they were toddlers. He’s patient with them, so much more than I am. Bill also works hard to spend quality time with them even at his busiest times. Cameron and Logan are his priority.

How is he as a husband? Pretty freaking great!

He is so tolerant of my craziness. He is my protector, right there when something or someone happens to try and bring me down. I know he’s got my back even when I might not be entirely right (which doesn’t happen often). He does nice things and brings me treats at the very moment I need them the most. Bill also gives me control of the radio in the car. All. The. Time! To me that’s a big deal.

He’s always thoughtful and caring, I know I’m a priority too.

When I tell Bill how proud I am of him he usually brushes me off with some ridiculous comment. I really am proud to be his wife though. He’ll probably never know just how proud I am. I am constantly in awe of him and the things he does each and every day.

Today is his birthday and instead of taking the day off, like I would, he got up early this morning to work, and this afternoon he’ll drive an hour to take Cameron to Apple Camp then drive another hour home.

On this, his 40th birthday, I hope he knows how much the boys and I love him.

Happy Birthday Honey!