Hi!
My name is Kerri Green;
Wife to Justin, and mother to four highly entertaining daughters
-Alena, Chloe, Tessa, and Paige.
I am an artist, a writer, a daycare provider,
a lover of people, a believer that there is humor and beauty in all things,
and the author of Mom Outnumbered;
a blog about real family life, and my observations of it.
My goal is to make people laugh,
to be there for them when they cry,
and most importantly,
to let them know that they are not at all alone in this up and down world.
I live with my family in Sebastopol California, and I am opening the window into our life.
So welcome!
Come in.
Sit down.
Just please don’t mind the mysterious wet spots.
I could tell that my time was coming. I could feel it brewing in the grocery store when there was not one bell pepper to be seen. I could feel it coming as I stood on a painted gravel line behind 15 masked faces just waiting to buy a single loaf of...
I thought if anyone needed an example of a few ways this time had done me wrong, all they would have to do was look at a quarantined Easter with kids. I went into it so unprepared. I’d waited too long to order things for baskets on Amazon, and all...
February…No. March…No. APRIL whoevenknows, 2020 Captains log 684: Though word from the capitol of The Contaminate grows increasingly grim, life here within the compound remains mostly the same, with the only main difference being...
This is Kerri Green, reporting live from the scene of EVERY SINGLE THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME IN THE LAST THREE WEEKS. Not that I’m losing it, or that the walls are closing in on me, or I have thought a few bad words while homeschooling that we...
Well, I’m homeschooling. Reluctantly. This morning as I set the girls up for day one of their distance learning, all one did was ask if we had a ruler anywhere and I started to feel clammy up under my bra. Anyone who knows me knows I love my...
Well, So far so good. Mostly. Quarantine Day 4, and nothing too major to report. No broken bones, or rabid dogs stranding us on the tops of our cars. No having to boil brown foamy creek water; And, as far as my initial Walking Dead imaginations were...
Man, It’s hard to be a mom right now. As if the daily shaping of humans into upstanding citizens wasn’t enough… As if the Jr. High clothing crises, and seventh grade math homework, and figuring out what foods they’ll all eat while actually...
I will never forget the way her eyes looked when I told her we needed to talk. My daughter Tessa, in the seventh grade, glanced up at me, and then immediately back at the floor. I led her outside to the chairs on the lawn and waited for her to...
By day 4 of unrelenting high fevers for two of my daughters I had started to crack. My husband had been sick, too, and, as he adheres very closely to the Man Sickness Code, I had written him off as a partner all week. His role was simply to hand me...
It’s never been much of a secret that my husband is not the best at giving gifts. I’ve already told the story of our first anniversary when, still fresh with romantic expectation, I opened my gift from him to find what lay inside was a Target garden...