In honour of the Canadian Thanksgiving yesterday, I thought it would be nice to share some positives that I am thankful for.
I am thankful for my amazing, bright, happy, loving, spirited, ham of a child. Parker is more than I ever imagined when I considered having children. Even after a bad day or night of whining or crying, no sleep, whatever, he gives me this smile that makes everything negative disappear. His cheeky little grin and infectious giggle make my heart melt and my arms open wide for the little squirmy creature before me. I hope I don't let him down.
I am thankful for my husband, who loves me in spite of my flaws, my need to be right, my need to over plan, over pack, over buy (groceries anyway). He loves me even though I frustrate him beyond belief, as I do him. I couldn't make it through the day without him. I only wish he knew exactly how much he means to me. I try to tell him, but I'm not certain he truly knows that he is my other half...sometimes, my better half....the Jekyll to my Hyde (or is it the other way? oh well!). I hope I don't let him down.
I am thankful for my brother. As most siblings do, we have loved and hated each other over the years and I wouldn't be me without him. Seeing Parker look up to him and love him as he does is heartwarming. I know I don't tell him enough, but he is the best big brother and I hope Parker is as good to any future siblings as my brother was to me....except for the time he wouldn't stop the car to let me pee, or the time he pushed me into that door....more like the time he felt so bad that I failed my driving test that he bought me a present to make me feel better. I hope I don't let him down.
I am thankful for my parents. As my birthday approaches, I realize today that they, too, are getting older. Shocking right? This isn't news, but it blew me away when I thought about it. My parents have always been my parents. They have always been there for me and I probably don't tell them how much it means to me. I have always tried to make it through life on my own terms, my own path, my own strength...I wouldn't have been able to do that without them. Without their strength, love and support, I would not have made it through anything. I would not have the courage to go forward without their support in case I fail. I hope they are proud of me and my accomplishments. I hope that I can be to Parker what they are to me. I hope I don't let them down.
I am thankful for having so many friends and family to support me and to share my laughter with. I hope everyone knows what they mean to me, though I am sure they will never know entirely the impact they have on my life. I am not always the best at sharing my feelings, I tend to be the shoulder for others instead of ask for a shoulder to cry on. I really am very lucky to have most of the people in my life...there are a few I could do without, some who are no longer here that I miss terribly, and others that I don't miss so much. I am thankful for all of them, good friends or bad, past or present...they have all made me who I am today. I may be flawed, but I think I am a pretty decent person at the core. I hope I don't let you down, and thank you!
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Confession: I miss spontaneity
Ok, let's be honest, I've never been a very spontaneous person. And spontaneity probably isn't the most accurate word. I guess I miss not having to plan so much before leaving the house. (And I am a planner by nature, but this is a whole new level of planning!)
Things got more difficult when we got dogs, but seriously, crap got REAL when we had the kid!
I can't leave the house for a quick trip to the grocery store without some diaper essentials....spare diaper, wipes, change pad, butt cream. Then we need a sippy cup of water or milk, a snack....cheese string, cheerios, etc. Granted things are easier now that we have passed the newborn stage in which case I would also need the following: nursing cover, blanket, change of clothes, toys, pacifiers, car seat &/or stroller, car seat cover (weather dependant). Thankfully, I have never forgotten my wallet, but I do often forget my reusable shopping bags and end up purchasing plastic on the fly.
The above has transformed my 15 minute shopping trip (including travel time) into a 30 - 45 minute event. Don't forget that remembering the essentials (note I forgot to mention grocery list above) is just the tip of the ice berg. You also have to dress the child appropriately. And I fully admit that in summer, if I am running late, I will leave the socks & shoes at home and just let Parker ride in the cart...it isn't worth the 5 minutes getting socks and shoes on a fidget bum for the walk from the car to the store - Mother of the YEAR! Once the kid has been clothed, you need to cart all of the accessories out to the car, along with the child, somehow lock the door to the house and strap the fidget bum into his car seat. Times were easier when using the infant bucket and you could strap the less fidgety kid into the seat in the house, then snap and go in the car.
Arriving at the grocery store, you have the dilemna of where to park. Do you park in the mother and child parking space that is close to the store entrance, but nowhere near a shopping cart repository? Do you park close to the shopping carts and chance it with the looming clouds overhead? I usually opt for close to the shopping carts...getting into the store isn't as big of a deal, but you don't want to have to dump the groceries in the car, then walk a mile to drop off the cart, then walk all the way back carrying fidget bum (or letting fidget bum walk and have repeated heart attacks when fidget bum tries to make a run for it and a car approaches). At the end of your shopping experience, I want to get it over and done with and home for a rest!
So you get home and fidget bum has passed out in the car seat. WONDERFUL! Indeed it is wonderful if you have an infant bucket seat....pop that thing out of the base, and dance into the house knowing you probably have at least enough time to unpack the groceries before kiddo wakes up - Heaven! Wait, you have a toddler in a convertible seat? CRAP! The dilemna I always face is do you leave the kid in the seat while you run the groceries into the house (in full view, windows rolled down, door locked....NOT abandoning your child and causing overzealous neighbours and delivery men to call the cops on your negligent ass) OR do you attempt the car seat to crib nap transfer? I have had limited success with the transfer, so sometimes admit for the borderline negligent mother option...don't judge until you have faced this scenario!
Whew, groceries are done, you are home, child is napping....then the dog barks.
Fidget bum is lucky he is cute! ;)
Things got more difficult when we got dogs, but seriously, crap got REAL when we had the kid!
I can't leave the house for a quick trip to the grocery store without some diaper essentials....spare diaper, wipes, change pad, butt cream. Then we need a sippy cup of water or milk, a snack....cheese string, cheerios, etc. Granted things are easier now that we have passed the newborn stage in which case I would also need the following: nursing cover, blanket, change of clothes, toys, pacifiers, car seat &/or stroller, car seat cover (weather dependant). Thankfully, I have never forgotten my wallet, but I do often forget my reusable shopping bags and end up purchasing plastic on the fly.
The above has transformed my 15 minute shopping trip (including travel time) into a 30 - 45 minute event. Don't forget that remembering the essentials (note I forgot to mention grocery list above) is just the tip of the ice berg. You also have to dress the child appropriately. And I fully admit that in summer, if I am running late, I will leave the socks & shoes at home and just let Parker ride in the cart...it isn't worth the 5 minutes getting socks and shoes on a fidget bum for the walk from the car to the store - Mother of the YEAR! Once the kid has been clothed, you need to cart all of the accessories out to the car, along with the child, somehow lock the door to the house and strap the fidget bum into his car seat. Times were easier when using the infant bucket and you could strap the less fidgety kid into the seat in the house, then snap and go in the car.
Arriving at the grocery store, you have the dilemna of where to park. Do you park in the mother and child parking space that is close to the store entrance, but nowhere near a shopping cart repository? Do you park close to the shopping carts and chance it with the looming clouds overhead? I usually opt for close to the shopping carts...getting into the store isn't as big of a deal, but you don't want to have to dump the groceries in the car, then walk a mile to drop off the cart, then walk all the way back carrying fidget bum (or letting fidget bum walk and have repeated heart attacks when fidget bum tries to make a run for it and a car approaches). At the end of your shopping experience, I want to get it over and done with and home for a rest!
So you get home and fidget bum has passed out in the car seat. WONDERFUL! Indeed it is wonderful if you have an infant bucket seat....pop that thing out of the base, and dance into the house knowing you probably have at least enough time to unpack the groceries before kiddo wakes up - Heaven! Wait, you have a toddler in a convertible seat? CRAP! The dilemna I always face is do you leave the kid in the seat while you run the groceries into the house (in full view, windows rolled down, door locked....NOT abandoning your child and causing overzealous neighbours and delivery men to call the cops on your negligent ass) OR do you attempt the car seat to crib nap transfer? I have had limited success with the transfer, so sometimes admit for the borderline negligent mother option...don't judge until you have faced this scenario!
Whew, groceries are done, you are home, child is napping....then the dog barks.
Fidget bum is lucky he is cute! ;)
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Confession: I think I'm "that" (old) lady at work
So I have this (bad?) habit of calling everyone hun or babe. It has slowly gotten worse over the years. Occasionally I would call my brother hun which was kind of weird and made both of us uncomfortable. And now I'm noticing that I accidentally call people at work hun.
I don't mind so much if I call people I consider friends hun or babe (more often hun than babe), they seem to be cool with it. I catch myself (too late) calling casual acquaintences hun instead of by their name or "hey you!" I am sure this isn't the most appropriate way to address people, and have on occasion seen people give me side eye about it....and then I moved on.
I think the line might have been crossed in the past few weeks as I have called the guy that sits next to me hun. He did not react, but I am sure he was just being nice.
As I was awake at 3am this morning, it dawned on me that I am "THAT" lady....you know, the older woman you work with that calls everyone sweetie or sweetheart because you are sure she can't remember anyone's name. You know, THAT lady that you're nice to, but secretly make fun of for being old and out of touch?
How is it possible that I have so quickly become "THAT" lady? Next thing neighbourhood kids will skip our house at Halloween for fear of "THAT" lady...the witch...the one rumoured to have 20 cats and eat small children. "Come here sweetie, I have some nice hard candies for you"
I think I need to go finish my malted chocolate milk, eat a banana for some potassium and empty my sleeve of thousands of tissues that have taken up residence then have a nice long nap in my rocker with my fraying afghan and a Danielle Steele novel that I will pretend to read. I will leave a mirror on the table next to me in case you need to check if I'm still breathing ;)
I don't mind so much if I call people I consider friends hun or babe (more often hun than babe), they seem to be cool with it. I catch myself (too late) calling casual acquaintences hun instead of by their name or "hey you!" I am sure this isn't the most appropriate way to address people, and have on occasion seen people give me side eye about it....and then I moved on.
I think the line might have been crossed in the past few weeks as I have called the guy that sits next to me hun. He did not react, but I am sure he was just being nice.
As I was awake at 3am this morning, it dawned on me that I am "THAT" lady....you know, the older woman you work with that calls everyone sweetie or sweetheart because you are sure she can't remember anyone's name. You know, THAT lady that you're nice to, but secretly make fun of for being old and out of touch?
How is it possible that I have so quickly become "THAT" lady? Next thing neighbourhood kids will skip our house at Halloween for fear of "THAT" lady...the witch...the one rumoured to have 20 cats and eat small children. "Come here sweetie, I have some nice hard candies for you"
I think I need to go finish my malted chocolate milk, eat a banana for some potassium and empty my sleeve of thousands of tissues that have taken up residence then have a nice long nap in my rocker with my fraying afghan and a Danielle Steele novel that I will pretend to read. I will leave a mirror on the table next to me in case you need to check if I'm still breathing ;)
Confession: I use cloth diapers, therefore, I am better than you
Wait, that doesn't sound right...I just care more about my kid right? Nope that isn't true either. I just made a different choice? Yup, I think that fits!
When I made the decision to use cloth diapers, I got quite a few "are you crazy?!?!" looks. Even a year later, a colleague looked at me as if I had 3 heads when I mentioned using cloth diapers. It amazes me that people don't realize that diaper technology has advanced in the past 30 years. Disposable diapers have "improved" over time, as have cloth.
"But cloth takes too much time!" False. Put diaper on baby - same time as disposable. Take diaper off baby - if pee only, throw it in the pail! if breast fed poop, throw it in the pail! if solid food poop, take to toilet, plop/spray/swish then throw it in the pail! I will give you that solid food adds an extra step on a few diaper changes each day, but think of the time you spend driving to the store, finding the diapers you want (hopefully on sale and in the right size...which isn't always that easy in my experience), stand in line, pay and drive back home. Washing diapers takes time...really, throwing them in your machine and turning it on is too much work? However, I am the first to admit that if I didn't have my own washer/dryer, cloth would not have been in our house! And sure, after a hard day of work and entertaining a toddler, I may not want to walk to the basement to switch the wash over or hang diapers to dry, but I would much rather the 5 minutes that takes to the 30 minutes it would take me if I ran out of disposables.
That's right...I chose cloth diapers because I am LAZY! Well, that is one reason.
Initially, I used disposable wipes thinking, "ew, gross...I do NOT want to touch a reused wipe!" Then I discovered how quickly you run out of disposable wipes. The average refill package contains 60 wipes. With a newborn, you are doing upwards of 8 - 10 diaper changes a day (depending on how poopy your child is, which I had and still have the poopiest kid ever it seems!). That means, if you are lucky, you get through 1 week without having to refill your wipes container. But wait....blow outs? up the back poops? child who instantly grabs nether regions as soon as the diaper has been removed? I'm not using 1 wipe per change...on average we were going through 2 refills per week. If I could find a good sale, and multi-refill packages, that totals $4-$5 per week for wipe refills!
That's right...I am also cheap! (don't even get me started on the cost of diapers here!)
When I first mentioned cloth wipes to my husband, he said yes, but fully expected my experiment to fail I think. As it turns out, he is a huge supporter of the cloth wipe! Now, we can use just one wipe per change, and, in general, your hands remain safe from the dreaded poop transfer that was more common with disposable wipes.
"But cloth diapers smell!" I don't care what magic your diaper genie uses, disposable diapers STINK! It starts with the perfumed scent added to mask the odour, then there is whatever chemical they use to absorb the pee that has it's own unique odour, then the kid pees and you get another wet diaper smell, then the kid poops and my word, I want to vomit! There is a chemical reaction between baby poop and disposable diapers that is horrendous. Don't get me wrong, if a kid poops in a cloth diaper, you are likely to smell poop, but odds are, the people around you won't smell it from a distance.
And now it is time to get real. Cloth diapers are.....ADORABLE! I had so much fun picking out patterns for Parker's tushie! I have enough diapers for 2 or 3 children to be in diapers full-time because I had no restraint. The volume of diapers is great now that he is in daycare though, so we really have 2 stashes to get us through life. I really thought more people would see his diapers on a regular basis, but it hasn't really happened. So I took to having "naked baby photo shoots" when I was home with Parker. Strip the kid down to his cutest fluff and snap away so his diapered butt can be enjoyed by friends and family (they may not all agree with the enjoy part).
Do I judge people who use disposable diapers? No...I use them too! My kid pees so much at night his butt would be the size of a blimp to contain it in cloth (at least that is how I envision it). There is no way I am carting cloth diapers with us for a day at the zoo. I could do it, but if I don't have to carry the dirty ones around all afternoon in the summer heat, I won't.
Obviously there are pros and cons to both cloth and disposables. I just hope that people realize cloth doesn't need pins anymore or plastic pants. And they are cute....seriously...you can't deny the cuteness!!!
When I made the decision to use cloth diapers, I got quite a few "are you crazy?!?!" looks. Even a year later, a colleague looked at me as if I had 3 heads when I mentioned using cloth diapers. It amazes me that people don't realize that diaper technology has advanced in the past 30 years. Disposable diapers have "improved" over time, as have cloth.
"But cloth takes too much time!" False. Put diaper on baby - same time as disposable. Take diaper off baby - if pee only, throw it in the pail! if breast fed poop, throw it in the pail! if solid food poop, take to toilet, plop/spray/swish then throw it in the pail! I will give you that solid food adds an extra step on a few diaper changes each day, but think of the time you spend driving to the store, finding the diapers you want (hopefully on sale and in the right size...which isn't always that easy in my experience), stand in line, pay and drive back home. Washing diapers takes time...really, throwing them in your machine and turning it on is too much work? However, I am the first to admit that if I didn't have my own washer/dryer, cloth would not have been in our house! And sure, after a hard day of work and entertaining a toddler, I may not want to walk to the basement to switch the wash over or hang diapers to dry, but I would much rather the 5 minutes that takes to the 30 minutes it would take me if I ran out of disposables.
That's right...I chose cloth diapers because I am LAZY! Well, that is one reason.
Initially, I used disposable wipes thinking, "ew, gross...I do NOT want to touch a reused wipe!" Then I discovered how quickly you run out of disposable wipes. The average refill package contains 60 wipes. With a newborn, you are doing upwards of 8 - 10 diaper changes a day (depending on how poopy your child is, which I had and still have the poopiest kid ever it seems!). That means, if you are lucky, you get through 1 week without having to refill your wipes container. But wait....blow outs? up the back poops? child who instantly grabs nether regions as soon as the diaper has been removed? I'm not using 1 wipe per change...on average we were going through 2 refills per week. If I could find a good sale, and multi-refill packages, that totals $4-$5 per week for wipe refills!
That's right...I am also cheap! (don't even get me started on the cost of diapers here!)
When I first mentioned cloth wipes to my husband, he said yes, but fully expected my experiment to fail I think. As it turns out, he is a huge supporter of the cloth wipe! Now, we can use just one wipe per change, and, in general, your hands remain safe from the dreaded poop transfer that was more common with disposable wipes.
"But cloth diapers smell!" I don't care what magic your diaper genie uses, disposable diapers STINK! It starts with the perfumed scent added to mask the odour, then there is whatever chemical they use to absorb the pee that has it's own unique odour, then the kid pees and you get another wet diaper smell, then the kid poops and my word, I want to vomit! There is a chemical reaction between baby poop and disposable diapers that is horrendous. Don't get me wrong, if a kid poops in a cloth diaper, you are likely to smell poop, but odds are, the people around you won't smell it from a distance.
And now it is time to get real. Cloth diapers are.....ADORABLE! I had so much fun picking out patterns for Parker's tushie! I have enough diapers for 2 or 3 children to be in diapers full-time because I had no restraint. The volume of diapers is great now that he is in daycare though, so we really have 2 stashes to get us through life. I really thought more people would see his diapers on a regular basis, but it hasn't really happened. So I took to having "naked baby photo shoots" when I was home with Parker. Strip the kid down to his cutest fluff and snap away so his diapered butt can be enjoyed by friends and family (they may not all agree with the enjoy part).
Do I judge people who use disposable diapers? No...I use them too! My kid pees so much at night his butt would be the size of a blimp to contain it in cloth (at least that is how I envision it). There is no way I am carting cloth diapers with us for a day at the zoo. I could do it, but if I don't have to carry the dirty ones around all afternoon in the summer heat, I won't.
Obviously there are pros and cons to both cloth and disposables. I just hope that people realize cloth doesn't need pins anymore or plastic pants. And they are cute....seriously...you can't deny the cuteness!!!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Confession: My 13 month old son doesn't sleep through the night
Whew, that is a painful one to admit. Everyone you meet asks how your kid sleeps. I wish I could rewind to this time last year when he was 5 weeks old and DID sleep through the night.
My child was a champion sleeper from day 1 (well maybe day 3 or 4 to be honest...). We left the hospital and he would sleep 4 or 5 hour stretches. Everyone was telling me to wake him after 3 hours because he needed to eat. Not my child! Parker was sleeping 7 hours straight at night by 3 weeks old and 10 hours straight by 5 weeks. Everyone was jealous.
Jealous of what? My false sense of accomplishment? Not that I had ANYTHING to do with Parker sleeping...that was a fluke in my opinion. Jealous of the puddle of breast milk I awoke in every morning? Pumping didn't help me...my wonder child refused to take a bottle, so a relatively large amount of frozen milk went to waste. If I didn't mind pumping, I might have offered to donate some of my "liquid gold", but really, who likes pumping?
So what happened at 4 months that changed everything? Please...I have no idea, I really wish I could fix it!
Around 4 months, my little man began rolling, sitting, crawling, standing, walking babbling and the dreaded teething...not all at once though. I am sure I am forgetting some of his major milestones because I am so tired I can't even remember if I put on deoderant some days. I would have to say rolling was the beginning of the end. Once my little genius could get off of his back, our lives changed for good. Rolling onto tummy leads to crawling which leads to pulling up to standing which leads to chewing on the crib railing. And really, who wants to sleep when you can cruise around your crib and get up to no good? Gone were the days of putting Parker in his crib and having him doze off in a few minutes peacefully, and in were the days of squeeling with glee at his new found talents.
"It is a phase" I kept telling myself. Every time Parker met a new milestone, we got one good night of sleep, so I figured to myself, he is just growing and developing....these are GOOD things! I was and am so proud of my little (big) boy! I am amazed at what he can do every day, but I still wish he would sleep.
Sleep train him? Stop talking to me....seriously, I don't want to hear it. We tried it for 10 minutes one night, and after changing his jammies and sheets because he was so upset he threw up, forget it! I don't own enough jammies or sheets to get through a night at that rate. Comfort him, settle him down and leave the room? I can settle him, but sitting down or leaving the room leads to the vomitting, so not worth it in my opinion. If it worked for you, that's awesome!
With 6 teeth fully in, 1 just popped through the gums, another arriving any day now, and 6 or more bumps where canines and molars are soon to appear, we are lucky and thankful to get 3 or 4 hours of uniterupted sleep. It doesn't happen often. It pains me to wake the (finally) sleeping baby in the morning to get him ready for daycare. He is so peaceful and beautiful, but after his big stretch and rubbing of his eyes, his big, toothy smile shines and brightens my day. He giggles, crawls/runs/throws himself at me, gives me a hug and a sloppy open mouthed kiss and the past 10 hours have been forgiven....mostly. After a coffee or two, I can function and things start making sense to me.
So does my child sleep through the night? Hell no he doesn't! Does it make me a failure? I may feel it at times, but no, I'm not a failure. He will sleep again one day right? Right?!?!?!
It is hard not to compare children and, yes, even judge each other, but who cares if your kid sleeps and mine doesn't? Who cares if your kid talks and mine doesn't? What really matters is that my kid was walking by 10 months and 1 week...was yours? No? I WIN! ;)
My child was a champion sleeper from day 1 (well maybe day 3 or 4 to be honest...). We left the hospital and he would sleep 4 or 5 hour stretches. Everyone was telling me to wake him after 3 hours because he needed to eat. Not my child! Parker was sleeping 7 hours straight at night by 3 weeks old and 10 hours straight by 5 weeks. Everyone was jealous.
Jealous of what? My false sense of accomplishment? Not that I had ANYTHING to do with Parker sleeping...that was a fluke in my opinion. Jealous of the puddle of breast milk I awoke in every morning? Pumping didn't help me...my wonder child refused to take a bottle, so a relatively large amount of frozen milk went to waste. If I didn't mind pumping, I might have offered to donate some of my "liquid gold", but really, who likes pumping?
So what happened at 4 months that changed everything? Please...I have no idea, I really wish I could fix it!
Around 4 months, my little man began rolling, sitting, crawling, standing, walking babbling and the dreaded teething...not all at once though. I am sure I am forgetting some of his major milestones because I am so tired I can't even remember if I put on deoderant some days. I would have to say rolling was the beginning of the end. Once my little genius could get off of his back, our lives changed for good. Rolling onto tummy leads to crawling which leads to pulling up to standing which leads to chewing on the crib railing. And really, who wants to sleep when you can cruise around your crib and get up to no good? Gone were the days of putting Parker in his crib and having him doze off in a few minutes peacefully, and in were the days of squeeling with glee at his new found talents.
"It is a phase" I kept telling myself. Every time Parker met a new milestone, we got one good night of sleep, so I figured to myself, he is just growing and developing....these are GOOD things! I was and am so proud of my little (big) boy! I am amazed at what he can do every day, but I still wish he would sleep.
Sleep train him? Stop talking to me....seriously, I don't want to hear it. We tried it for 10 minutes one night, and after changing his jammies and sheets because he was so upset he threw up, forget it! I don't own enough jammies or sheets to get through a night at that rate. Comfort him, settle him down and leave the room? I can settle him, but sitting down or leaving the room leads to the vomitting, so not worth it in my opinion. If it worked for you, that's awesome!
With 6 teeth fully in, 1 just popped through the gums, another arriving any day now, and 6 or more bumps where canines and molars are soon to appear, we are lucky and thankful to get 3 or 4 hours of uniterupted sleep. It doesn't happen often. It pains me to wake the (finally) sleeping baby in the morning to get him ready for daycare. He is so peaceful and beautiful, but after his big stretch and rubbing of his eyes, his big, toothy smile shines and brightens my day. He giggles, crawls/runs/throws himself at me, gives me a hug and a sloppy open mouthed kiss and the past 10 hours have been forgiven....mostly. After a coffee or two, I can function and things start making sense to me.
So does my child sleep through the night? Hell no he doesn't! Does it make me a failure? I may feel it at times, but no, I'm not a failure. He will sleep again one day right? Right?!?!?!
It is hard not to compare children and, yes, even judge each other, but who cares if your kid sleeps and mine doesn't? Who cares if your kid talks and mine doesn't? What really matters is that my kid was walking by 10 months and 1 week...was yours? No? I WIN! ;)
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
The Return of a Bad Blogger
So here I am again...trying to share my wisdom with the world and hoping that I don't give up in a few months and look like a fool.
What is my story? I am a new-ish mother to the most awesome 13 month old son on the planet, I am a wife, daughter, sister, friend, employee...struggling at times for a sense of "self".
Why do you care? I don't know. But maybe I'll entertain you, maybe I'll make you cry, maybe you will recognize a bit of yourself in my story, and maybe you will be bored senseless and quietly back away.
I will not promise to post daily/weekly/whenever. I will do my best here as I do in every aspect of my life, and as with every aspect of my life, I will fail here on occasion. I hope that you will forgive me, and stick around for the bumpy ride.
That is all from me for now...with any luck I will have a spare moment again in the future to share a little more.
Smile!
What is my story? I am a new-ish mother to the most awesome 13 month old son on the planet, I am a wife, daughter, sister, friend, employee...struggling at times for a sense of "self".
Why do you care? I don't know. But maybe I'll entertain you, maybe I'll make you cry, maybe you will recognize a bit of yourself in my story, and maybe you will be bored senseless and quietly back away.
I will not promise to post daily/weekly/whenever. I will do my best here as I do in every aspect of my life, and as with every aspect of my life, I will fail here on occasion. I hope that you will forgive me, and stick around for the bumpy ride.
That is all from me for now...with any luck I will have a spare moment again in the future to share a little more.
Smile!
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