I’ve been a dedicated reader of some parenting blogs for over two years now and finally thought to myself ‘What the hell…why not’. It’s not like I have 2 toddlers to run after or work to do, school to attend and a husband to snuggle with…nah, I’ve got all the extra time in the world. Blog? Sure, bring it on. Sleep? Who needs it. They still make NoDoz, don’t they?
I registered for this blog a long time ago but every time I sat down to write something, nothing came to me. Perhaps the 4 hours of sleep a night for the last 2 +years had something to do with it. Hmm. Yeah, maybe… I figured it safe that I just wasn’t ready to venture out into this world when the most entertaining story I had to offer involved my 2 year old and his potty, as enjoyable as some may have found my kid’s poop on the potty story. I serendipitously first stumbled on a “Mommy” blog while pregnant with my first son, J. Overwhelmed with what lie ahead as a first time mom, I set out in search of answers to the million + questions racing through my mind each night thus starting my regimen of 4 hours a night beauty sleep. I’m now armed with (a few) answers, mostly self-realized, and another baby (yes, 2 kids in 14 months). I am ready to do this! …um, we’ll see.
There are so many different kinds of parenting blogs out there. Many are truly wonderful. Some are more serious and thought provoking. Others are hilarious and refreshingly honest filled with smart and witty writing. I really enjoy reading about other parenting/relationship/life issues if only to know that I’m not the only one who thought about selling their kids to gypsies today. Some people are just sad and angry. These are my least favorite. They seem to use their blogs as a soapbox platform to antagonize and belittle and clearly they’re coming from an insecure place. ‘Verbal diarrhea’, my mother-in-law calls it. I don’t know, I just feel sad when I come across one of those. It reminds me of the loner kid in class who so desperately wants to be accepted, liked and hopes to impress but no one seems to notice him/her and they become bitter and hateful and then come back to school with a shotgun. I am hoping this won’t become a place where I unleash my issues on the world. I mean, yes, it’s kinda like a journal but not really. Especially when it’s available for literally EVERYONE to read. To voice a gripe with a family member or co-worker via your blog…well, that’s just spineless, not to mention passive aggressive and stupid. While I’m sure an occasional rant o’ mine will squeeze on through sometimes, I don’t think is an appropriate nor responsible forum for that. But, I digress.I’m still uneasy over using my family’s real names though as it sort of weirds me out to put so much ‘real’ info out into the deep, dark world wide web. So for the time being I’ll do the initial thing.
So here goes my personal ad: I am a Brooklyn, NY based mama of 2 gorgeous and delicious little boys, J (2 yr) & C (1 yr) and also a step-mom to an amazing, ridiculously talented and beautiful 12 yr.old pre-teen girl, R. My husband, K, is an amazing father to all. He is kind, patient, generous and a fun/funny dad. In addition to the dad thing, he is a strong supportive partner that is always trying to do more and be more. Together we are two strong and opinionated personalities who, still, after 5 years, 3 kids, 2 moves and all the other bullshit we’ve endured…are really, truly, still in love. Hang on to all those ‘awwws’, our love is not the pretend, let’s hold hands and put on a show that we never disagree or have issues type of relationship…we’ve got plenty of those, believe me. No, this is reality where it ain’t always pretty or polite, it’s complicated and stressed (3 kids!) and yes, sometimes we go to bed angry. Like, really, fucking angry. Even still, I’ll glance over and he looks adorable despite my annoyance…or he’ll just grab me mid-stride through the kitchen, hug me and tell me how beautiful I am…these are the moments where we both just know. We are together. Here to stay. Happily. The end. Really, it doesn’t get better than that. Well, maybe a few million dollars tax-free and a palazzo in Tuscany with a live-in housekeeper…then we’re definitely all set.
