My goal, as of now, is to blog about something every day. But why do I feel like I’m short on topics? This would surprise people who know me, because I never shut up. Do I “mommy blog”? That’s not me. Yet, it is. I’m a mom. It’s what I do. Hell, I’m bottle-feeding my youngest while typing this post with one hand while keeping an eye on my oldest, who insists on licking her arm for reasons unknown to me. (Once a mom, always a mom…right, mum?) May seem a bit careless, but these two are under my watch and they’re still here, so I must be doing something right. Guess I should repeat that to myself every day, because most of the time, I feel like a lousy mother. Well, I do.
This is my life now. Has been for over 3 years. Before this, I used to go out all the time. Wouldn’t go anywhere before 9 because places were only starting to pick up around then. Now, I’m lucky if I can stay up until the kids are in bed. Do I miss that lifestyle? Not really. Every once in a while, I’ll “indulge” and go out with my friends. We’ll have fun, but it’s just not the same. That doesn’t mean I don’t want a Jack on the rocks, even at 10 in the morning. (No. I don’t do that. I just have water on the rocks instead.) The least I can say about that is I’ve had my experiences, so I’ll be on to these 2 little chickies when they get older and try to sneak one by me. Thankfully, I still have some time before that happens.