So it's been almost exactly a year since my first real post. That post was about how I really DO have free time. Soooooo...
Truth is, I lost interest in a blog and figured why write a blog when no one will read it and then I realized maybe I never do want anyone to read it! BUT, if there's one person I would want to read it right away, that'd be my husband. After I lost my job and decided to stay home, he works his butt off to pay the bills and would love a glimpse into what antics are going on at home and maybe what's going on in my head. Hell, we both know that deep, childless conversations only happen for us about once a month. I bet he'll be my first follower.
The past year has brought alot of parental frustrations (as my husband frequently reminds me: this is the easiest its going to be, even if it seems hard), a series of colds, a childless road trip, the birth of a new nephew, many general epiphanies about how great my life really is, and impregnation. That's right. Being a full-time, stay-at-home mom not only led me to create a blog so that I have something of my own, but now I throw caution to the wind and welcome a little more chaos into my humble abode.
Raising (a.k.a hanging out) with my toddler son has taught me to loosen up, have fun, and just enjoy what you have. When I first lost my job I actually intended on getting up at 5:30am everyday and showering like I was going to work (which I had done since I graduated college). I took this "stay-at-home" mom thing SERIOUSLY. I wasn't gonna be no frumpy, disgruntled housewife. Then I realized this is a really hard job. I also realize that moms like to complain about how hard this job really is. You create a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven (thanks again, hubby). This is my heaven and there ain't no hell about it! Plus, I think I've done such a kick-ass job with my brilliant and funny son, that I deserve a promotion and more responsibility. The new promotion will officially occur in October.
My last thought: Today is April Fool's. Thanks to my son's addiction to the cartoon, "Caillou", he fully grasps this concept of trickery. The tricks on the show were totally lame, but I sat and acted like they were brilliant (they were age-appropriate, I guess). Since we are at my parents for a few days, I told him we should play an April Fool's joke on his grandparents. Maybe some shaving cream on the toilet seat? Fake poop on the floor? NO WAY! My darling 2 yr old son thought it'd be best to wear a ski mask and scare them. Since ski mask wearing people hiding in your home is never very funny (especially over the age of 65), we settled for some dragon roars.
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