Hi. I’m Susie Somehow.
Somewhere along the way, I became responsible for four kids, a marriage, a house, a career, appointments, bills, groceries, permission slips, and knowing where everyone’s shit is at all times.
I don’t remember applying for this position.
Yet somehow, when someone can’t find their shoes, needs to know what time something starts, has a mysterious rash, or wants to know what we’re having for dinner, I’m apparently the person to ask. Which is concerning, because half the time I’m also looking for my phone while holding it.
Somehow, I’m Responsible is where I write about all of it. Parenting. Marriage. Work. Mental load. The stupid shit that happens when you live with four kids. The stupid shit I do myself. And occasionally, the realization that the life I’m complaining about is also a life I really, really love.
Basically, some of it is funny. Some of it gets a little more real. Most of it is both.
What happens around here?
New posts go up Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
Mondays and Fridays are whatever life has handed me lately. Maybe it’s motherhood or mental load. Maybe it’s marriage. Maybe it’s something profoundly stupid I did eleven years ago that my husband has rightfully refused to let me forget. There really isn’t a theme beyond this happened, and now I have things to say about it.
Wednesdays are I Live With These People, shorter posts dedicated to the completely ridiculous things the people in my house say and do. No life lesson. No meaningful conclusion. Just evidence.
Because somehow, I’m responsible for these people too.
So, welcome.
I’m not here because I figured any of this out. Quite the opposite.
I have a feeling a whole lot of us are walking around looking suspiciously like competent adults while internally thinking, Who the hell put me in charge?
If that sounds familiar, pull up a chair. Bring coffee.
Apparently, someone decided we were qualified for this.
Find Me:
📧 somehowimresponsible@gmail.com
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