This is where I tell you about me

In the years before I had my first child, I had so much to say about ME.  I liked how I looked on paper.  My resume included the letters MBA and I had a long list of marketing jobs that made me a “Marketing Professional”.  I was a workout fanatic.  Shopping gave me peace (and a pretty great wardrobe).  My husband and I saw about 50 movies a year. We tried a new restaurant every Friday night and we spent Saturdays sleeping off our hangovers and wandering around NYC.

And then my world changed.  My daughter was handed to me (since I had a C-section, it literally was just like that) and the way I looked at myself and everything around me became so unfamiliar, yet so clear all at once.  I became an entity of two.  Nothing else really mattered.  I struggled to find a way to continue living life as the career woman I always thought I’d be and caring for and nurturing this new being in my life.  I failed.  I was horrible at doing both half assed.   I wanted to do something great.  So I left the corporate working world behind (along with going to the bathroom alone, getting manicures in the middle of the day, going to the gym EVER, seeing friends for lunch and having adult conversation for longer than 5 minutes at a time) and gained a new client… a small child less than a yard tall.  My sweet, sweet girl who is unbelievably verbal and says things that make me think I’m being Punked daily.  She brings out the best and absolute worst in me… All Drama.  All the Time.

And when things started to calm down a little on the homefront, I decided to do it all again.  And this time, a son was handed over.  A boy who has not stopped moving since he was in utero and was constantly jabbing me in my ribs for good fun.  He scares me.  But I couldn’t adore him more.

And so here I am.  A MOM.  With 2 kids who seriously crack me up, make me scream, make me question why on earth I chose to take on this career change and remind me that I could not have it better… each and every day.  Oh, yeah, and then there’s the guy who now brings home the bacon alone.  My husband.  You won’t hear too many details about him… my Mother In Law reads my blog.  But even if she didn’t, I’d still tell you what an awesome guy he is.

I’m not a writer.  But I play one in this blog.  And I look forward to getting to know you.

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9 responses to “This is where I tell you about me

  1. Great to find your blog..through a blog friend of a blog friend. 🙂
    I have four kids and a blog of my own that I’d be honored to share with you. Check it out when you have the time between peanut butter sandwiches and nap times.
    Happy weekend!

  2. Juggling Motherhood

    I just came over from “Making the Moments Count”. I liked your intro about yourself. It’s hard to fit in a lot about yourself, without dragging it out and make it boring. Yours was really interesting. Perhaps you have moved from “playing the part” of a writer, to really being one 😉

  3. I found your blog through several blogs that I read regularly. I left the legal world to become a Momma and can relate to your intro. Glad I found you and look forward to reading your take on things.

  4. Wow, I am one of those full-time marketing professionals, so I admire you for taking the plunge and choosing to stay with your children. Having kids changes your priorities and I struggle with this almost every day. At the end of the day, being a mom is a great feeling, no matter what…

  5. I’m you’re newest follower!

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  7. Cecilia

    Hi, I found you via Justine’s blog. I am sneaking in some of your posts at work and enjoying them 😉 I can relate alot to your intro and am looking forward to reading more from you.

  8. Just found your blog and feel inspired! Cant wait to read more 🙂

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