It's been a long journey since I moved back to CO - obviously I've been slacking on the blog: according to my header I'm still in Philly.
I've been wanting to get back to writing because, gawd, I love it. That said, I've had this blog for so long and stopped because I feel like I'm writing in circles; the kids are crazy, I'm going crazy because they're crazy...diapers, then school, then parent teacher conferences, homework and packing lunches over and over...
So, when I get the writing urge, I question myself - am I really that interesting anymore? Maybe not?
Why would anyone want to read about the SAME things about being a wife and mother over and over?
Oh gee, my kid crapped his pants again. Sweet.
Wow, I love waking up and having to clean cat barf off of the floor...again.
Oh shit, I forgot to get the mail this week. Not just today, but the entire WEEK. I hope the mailman doesn't hate me. I need remind myself to leave him a nice tip next Christmas.
My ten-year-old daughter just looked me straight in the eyes and told me she wasn't going to take a shower tonight. Ok then. Go to school smelly. I really want to drop the eff bomb right now...like, really...FFFF...no, maybe I shouldn't.
But, after talking to lots of moms with kids of all ages, last night with my neighbor sisters for instance, I've realized that we all speak the same language. Even if we roughed through it years before, the memories never go away. When we women are together, the "mom" chemistry will always remain. And sometimes a glass of wine and cold pizza together is just what we need to remember that.