So there I go, having a baby close to 40.  If you want to realize you’re not 20 anymore, doing that is just the thing.  I’m wading through the waters of motherhood (somehow muddling through), at the same time feeling as though I’m drowning as a wife/sister/daughter/friend.  I mostly find harmony and bliss at home – even though I may not have cleaned the toilet in a week (or I would have discovered the Megablocks hiding behind it).  I’m pretty much totally giving up control as I knew it…and learning to be ok with it all.

I’ve been blogging since 1999. Crazy, but true. I’ve had many incarnations and now here I am, a mom. A mom who blogs. A mom who blogs about being a mom.

Mostly.

Disclaimer: I try to protect friends and family by changing minor details (but they get pissed all the same.  Sigh.).  Some names have been changed too. Oh, and some places.  Basically whatever I feel needs to be changed, I change.

What I don’t change is anything about me.  Changing details about me would be like writing a blog about someone else.  And I don’t have the time to write a blog about someone else.  I barely have the time to write about myself.

So enjoy, hang out, comment away, give me advice, ask me questions, help me out, jump in and let’s get going.  I can’t be the only one trying to navigate her way through this parenting thing.

Can I?

Oh, and another Disclaimer: feel free to use anything on this site, but link back to me or give me credit somehow.  It’s just polite.  Other than that, I’ll kick your ass.  Because I know karate.

In my mind.

Hai-YA.

Complete randomness:

1.  I was a reluctant mom.

2.  I’m a list maker.  I know it’s hard to tell as it’s taken me three weeks to get to #2 on this list… but I really am!

3. I’m freakishly techy. For a gal with the attention span of a gnat, I’ll search for HOURS for a tiny piece of code. I’ll use more than just google (gasp!) to find new software and freeware to make my life easier, to make my business run smoother and to make communication more efficient. And I’ll actually implement it!

4. I used to listen to Coast to Coastreligiously and then wake up with nightmares about aliens and ufo’s and ghosts.

5. I’m a worry-wart.

6.  I used to be ok with the idea of aging.

7.  Until I aged five years the instant I saw my son’s head appear saw my son’s head wrapped in forceps.  Who the hell WOULDN’T age five years in that instant?  My God.

8.  I over-explain myself.  I just can’t leave well-enough alone.  I always have to go back and rethink what I’ve just said and then say it again so the person will understand what I’m really trying to say, what I’m really trying to get across.  And then it just gets all awkward and ugly and stupid and I know that I should have just left well-enough alone because I knew better and I just want to bang my head against a brick wall.

9.  Know what I mean?