Thursday, May 27, 2004

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

Better.


Daily Stats
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

2 Comments:

Blogger Slickmom said...

Hi Edge, I read your blog and was saddened by what I read. Mostly because I've been overwhelmed by life many, many times over the years. You brought back memories I've tried to bury. Please don't muddle yourself with gin or any other poision. You and your babies are the most important people in the whole world. Dirty dishes and toys on the floor don't mean a damn at the end of the day. Take care of yourself and them. No situation is irreversable or final unless you let it be that way. Be strong for yourself and your strength will translate to your angles...

4:04 PM  
Blogger Mama on the Edge said...

Thank you so much for your concern. I really, really appreciate it. I just have to add, and I will in future blogs, that this is truly a tongue-in-cheek endeavor, and while yes, I do drink periodically, this is more to satiate my creative writing urges (which, amusingly, tend to be more pronounced when I drink). I have a wonderful husband, two fantastic children, and a good job (as a mother AND as a research analyst). So read on if you care to, but I suggest doing so with your sense of humor prepped and ready to be utilized.

10:23 PM  

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