To blog or not to blog? That is the question. While I've read hundreds and hundreds of blog posts since I started this whole mom gig, 9 years ago, I never thought I could do it too. But why the hell not? Heck, I'm one of those grammar freakazoids who gets their purse Sharpie out (you have one too, right? Right?!) and corrects grammar and typos on menus. Why can't Mexican restaurants just put the ñ on jalapeño?! Gosh. So, I know I can write. Do I have stuff to write about? I don't know. My friend, Daniele, tells me I could have a reality TV show, so maybe? But I like to curse and I like real and I hate Pinterest parties. Ok, I like going to them, but I'm just burned out and can't plan them. Anymore. Done. Over it.
Are you still reading? Well, if you are, this is what I got: 4 kids. Yes, four of them. What were we thinking? We thought we wanted a big family so we wouldn't be lonely senior citizens. I guess that's why? Who knows. Anyway, they're ours...all 4 of 'em.
I also have a business. An 8 year old business that I went gung ho on for the first 3 years, but then I went from 2 children to 3 and then to 4 and my big plans were on hold and my business was on auto-pilot. It sucked. My creative, entrepreneur side was crying and dying to get out, but it couldn't. It knew it had to wait so the mama side could make babies, feed babies, change babies, help bigger babies with school, homework, piano, swimming, ballet, Girl Scouts, student council, and softball. You know you can really lose yourself in your kids? You love them more than anything and the mom guilt is real. Do we really need to be mom martyrs? Can that be a new popular hashtag? #martyrmom for the not win.
But I'm back, bitches. It's on. Baby is 18 months, I've had a hysterectomy and it's MY time. Mine. While I may have zero motivation to exercise, I am going to garden, I'm going to get a massage, maybe a facial, buy some designer jeans...but I'm definitely going to grow my business and I'm going to do a mighty fine job of it, thank you very much. I've rebranded and I'm proud of it and I'm excited for what I'm going to do with it. So, cheers y'all. I hope you can follow me on this journey of crazy motherhood and business building and being a #martyrmom no longer.
Look, I did it! I wrote a blog! Like Dorothy Parker once said, "I hate writing. I love to have written."