When I had my first child, my plan was to continue working. I loved my job and I was pretty good at it. At some point, I decided to make the transition to stay and home with her. I had this vision of how that would look…morning jogs, mommy-and-me yoga, calm play-dates that allowed for stimulating conversation with other moms, cooking, baking and the occasional craft. Delusional? Nah, I totally blame my mom (as any good therapist would advise).
My mom stayed at home with us when we were younger and she made it look pretty effortless. Her house was always clean, laundry done (her definition of done varies from mine…meaning she actually put the clothes away), and she cooked almost every night. She helped us with our homework, drove us to various activities and cheered us on. Most importantly, she supported and loved us with all of her being (she still does!). You should know that my sister has dubbed her to be a unicorn. I mean she is a sparkle-spitting, rainbow-farting UNICORN! So, yes I blame her, but in the most loving and respectful way!
I am a pony to her unicorn these days. My life with a three-year-old and eight-month-old is chaos. Some of the things that happen are so crazy that I am half-expecting Ashton Kutcher to pop out and tell me I’ve been punk’d. Oh and I totally know how out of touch I am with that last reference. If it isn’t on the Disney Channel, it has not come across my radar. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life! I just welcome an occasional deep conversation that does not revolve around a certain mouse or any of his princess cohorts.
By the way, I have no plans on becoming a unicorn. I will leave that to the professionals. Parties, crafts, decorating, style…these are my artistic outlet and I get really excited when it comes to any of those topics. I am looking forward to sharing these things and the occasional self-deprecating story with you. Thanks for joining me on this journey!