I always knew I wanted kids. Lots of them. But you know what they say. Sometimes, you get what you wish for, and it may not be what you wanted in the first place. At least, not the way you thought it would happen.
My illusions of grandeur included crazy kids busting round the house, and then proceeding to line up all in a row for their delicious home-made cookies while I smile benignly in my perfectly coiffured hair. All I can say now is that those rose-colored specs are crushed beyond recognition. Motherhood had taken every ounce of resolve and sanity from me, and most days I’m kicking furiously just to stay afloat. And I’m only at my first kid. Well, 1 and a half, if you really want to nitpick.
When the first one popped, I knew I’d have to take the plunge into the pathetically undervalued world of stay-home moms. Leaving my job in the media industry was like leaving my first love, fully aware of the harsh reality that it would not wait for my return. But that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.
And in some ways, this blog is my way of maintaining some semblance of sanity. To keep abreast of the world as it progressed and not lose my edge.
Along the way, meeting other moms who trudged a similar path is a bonus, and perhaps this could be the start of something exciting. Often, motherhood is a lonely path and we need all the help we can get.