I used to be a writer. I walked around narrating life, in my head, all the time. I'd think of beautiful phrases, poignant sentences, the perfect word.... I wrote poetry, I wrote articles, I wrote unfinished novels. And I won't even get into the frantic, almost manic, journal entries that covered pages and pages of volumes and volumes. I was chronically inspired. But then I had kids. And now, I'm mostly chronically tired.
I recently realized that there are many people in my life right now, important people, who don't even know That Me. And I also realized, with some relief, that I finally miss That Me. But something was standing in my way. (Well, 2 little things, to be specific.) That was when I realized that rather than shove them out of the way, it might be a little more effective (and a tad less violent) to take 'em along for the ride. So...here is my blog. A blog from a girl who, once upon a time, swore she'd never send a text message (I am now regularly over my texting plan limits) and who has no idea what the difference is between Facebook and Twitter. I will write, mostly, about parenting...from MY perspective. That is important to understand here, because my perpective on parenting is not usually rainbows and butterflies. I am rarely politically correct, I am always honest, and I frequently offend people. I don't mean to. I swear. But apparently, I do anyways. As most of my friends can attest, I can jump from topic to topic pretty seamlessly, so parenting will certainly not be the only thing I blog about. Shoes, fashion, and things that piss me off will probably make a regular appearance.
So yeah, I used to be a writer. I used to be a lot of things, actually, but then I had kids. I'll tell you this much, though: Just one post and I'm already starting to feel more like myself.