What ? really ? noooo ? another mommy blog ? Another bored mom that decides to write and share her life. Like we care … come on !
I guess there can be as many blogs as there are moms. We are all different with different kids, different background, which lead to different stories. But this blog is not another typical mommy blog. It is MY blog … the blog of a French mom lost in the Midwest. I am a typical French woman who used to live in Paris, France and in Geneva, Switzerland that ended-up in Toledo, Ohio one of the less attractive city in the U.S. Culture shock hits me hard.
Let’s be honest, Toledo is not Chicago nor San Francisco and definitively not New York. When we tell people that we live in Toledo, some ask us to repeat the name in case of misunderstanding, others ask us : « but why ? » and the rest put on their painful face like we just told them that we have lice. This is the city where people find it cute when your two year old throws tantrums, screams and shouts in the middle of Kroger. This is the only place in the world where Nutella is considered healthy. In Toledo nobody judges you if you wear leggings even if you are not a size 0 and you are called fancy when you wear 2 in heels. Nobody cares if you go out in your PJs and without make up. Living here will frustrate any fashion addict with its lack of stores (the closest Maje is 3.5 hours away) and red lipstick is only wore on parties and on Halloween. (I can go on and on forever, but if I write everything now, I will not have any more content for future posts)
Toledo has good sides and bad sides. The mom side of me loves living in Toledo because there are plenty of activities to do with kids, but the woman part of me feels like an outsider that just doesn’t fit. But this is where I live now and it is hell of an experience that completely changed my way of living.
So what makes this blog special ? let’s find out …
Here, it is all about food, children and me.
Claire, mom of two adorable girls. Montessori believer.
A few pounds overweighted and a few inches too short. Sometimes too French for Americans and most of the time too American for French people. Rarely down to earth but often out of my mind.