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.

Contact me!  beccaannshaw@yahoo.com