The first day
I have two blessed little angels, ages 1 and 3. Boys. To get this out of the way, just know that I worship them and am by instinct a fierce mother-bear, because it likely won't sound like it as this blog continues.
This is my space for going on mini-rants and drunken musings when Mama gets Mama-Time. That's my mantra after 8:00 p.m. "Sweetie, go to sleep now. I know you want me to sit in here, but Mama needs Mama-Time." Mama needs Mama-Time. Mama needs Mama-Time. And so here I am.
The subjects in these blogs aren't going to be ALL about children. I could just as easily go off about the current state of politics, or how trivial and insignifiance our lives are, or why the fuck is it every time I walk into a room it looks like we have poltergeists?? I could SWEAR I put all those damned toys back in their regular places, but the next time I enter the room there are 2-3 random objects (like a watch, a book, and a small plastic boulder) in the middle of the floor. ...but that slips back into the realm of children, doesn't it.
And just to be totally on the up-and-up, I must tell you: I am indeed drinking gin, and I have sadly come to such a place in my life that it's mixed with Kool Aid. Fruit Punch. & Tanqueray. mmmmmmmmmmm
This is up there with the time a few years ago that I suddenly realized what my life had become as I was hunched over my kitchen sink, cleaning baby bottles by hand, and listening to The Cure's 'Pornography'. Somehow, "It doesn't matter if we all die..." doesn't have quite the same umph. Right then I suddenly time-warped to the age of 16, and was struck by two thoughts: 1) I never expected to live past the age of 20. Really. So how the fuck did I get here? and 2) What would that little girl think if she saw me now?
and then grabbed my glass of Pinot Grigio, toasted to the foolishness, and gulp gulp gulp gulp
Temper Tantrums: 1
Kids' Temper Tantrums: 4
Hours Worked: 4
Exercise Biked: 30 minutes
Ate: All Day Long
Was Peed On: 1
Alcoholic Beverages: 2 large glasses