My bi-weekly updates are fading away from me as I attempt to establish a new normal here in babyland.
You’ll forgive my absence as of right now my schedule revolves around two little people- who I created, my husband- who I choose, and work- that I must complete. Even my Mother has taken a backseat from our hour long morning conversations, giving me the condensed version of her daily gossip rundown.
For now I am in limbo, somewhere between happiness and exhaustion.
Visitors have come and gone, thank you cards are sitting on my desk, and sleep is hovering over me like thick fog I can neither grasp at or catch.
He’s the easiest and (somehow) most demanding man I’ve ever been in love with.
Days like today, I remember being nine and being aksed what you want to be when you grow up and knowing I’m supposed to say “A Teacher” but hoping to actually be “A Mom”- only that’s not what the cool kids say and now and days girls aren’t allowed to answer “A Mom” because no one considers that a career. And then I got older and my date across the table asks me the same question and I say “I’m a tv producer” but I’m thinking” I’d like to be married with children…a Mom”- but I never did say that because he’d run out of the resturant faster than I can get the words out. You know? You’ve been there?
Well, today it feels good to be honest; it feels great to be here. A Mom, of two. There I said it…and he didn’t even flinch.