So back in 2006, when my life totally changed, was the beginning of the end of my blog. All of the sudden I wasn’t single and having weird adventures anymore – I was with a wonderful guy AND HIS CHILDREN. This was not a bad thing at all, just sort of…sudden. I thought I had it all under control – how different could being someone’s tertiary parent (because they already have a mom and dad) be from being a full-time babysitter? SO DIFFERENT. MILES AND MILES OF DIFFERENT.
Anyway, I won’t bore you with the many growing pains of the last 7 years, but suffice it to say, mistakes? I’ve made a few. If by "a few" you mean "so many I can’t even begin to think about it." On the other hand, I feel like I did the best I could and the children have come out relatively unscathed thus far.
And then I had a baby. I think I’ve mentioned before that pregnancy wasn’t the lovely glowing experience I was deluded into believing it was going to be. No. It was not. And then I had my little bundle of joy and the first day of her life wasn’t all staring at her and being in love, it was more like panicking and wondering if the constant gagging noises she was making were because she was disgusted that she had to come out into the cold, cold world. Turns out she’d swallowed a bunch of amniotic fluid, but seriously, who’s rational when they’ve just given birth?
That first year was HARD. You know, people say “being a parent is hard” or “having a baby changes your whole life” and you smile and nod and think “It's because they're so CUTE! I can’t wait to have a baby!” Then you have the baby and you’re like “WHY didn’t anyone TELL me it would be this hard and change everything? WHY?”
Now my baby is a nearly 3 year old bundle of adorable and part of the reason I wanted to write again was because I can’t possibly write down everything cute she does or says in her baby book. It’s not big enough for all that cute. The other part was because I’ve never been a journal writer and there are things I think to myself “I want to remember this” but I know I won’t. Because I can’t leave the bathroom without forgetting whether or not I flushed the toilet. Luckily, I no longer go to the bathroom solo, and so Piper makes sure the toilet is flushed.
I’ve also gotten over the pressure of feeling like I need to write with an audience in mind and that I needed to not bore everyone with the mundane and that I needed to be funny. I feel like I have stories to tell that are longer than a Facebook status allows. If people read, great. But if not, this is just a record of my life. So when my kids read it later, they’ll get to see another side of me that wasn’t just their mom, but an ACTUAL PERSON who had a good time secretly behind their backs.
There are also my recipes, my Pinterest successes/failures, and much more fascinating stuff. Seriously. It's like edge-of-your-seat around here. You won't want to miss a thing.
Did I mention the sarcasm? Because that's here too.
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