Half of the time I feel like I don't have a clue if I'm coming or going or what I'm doing. I do the countdown almost everyday.....three hours till naptime, five hours until bedtime. I have never had such a love and strong craving for alcohol. I am always thinking of a nice robust glass of red wine, perhaps something from Chile. How did I end up with two babies, a husband, three cats, a house and fly around the world on an airplane for a living? I was so not a mother-in-the making. I never would have guessed that my days would consist of play dates, time-outs and diapers. I'm bloody exhausted just writing about this.
My life pre-belly pudge consisted of me and only me and then hubby of course. I dined at all of the hot spots, never waited in line at a club or lounge, I worked out and was reading only material that was considered au courant. Yadayadayadayada. This by all means is not a pity party however, I am posing the question which pops up frequently, how did I become so ordinary? I certainly don't feel ordinary on the inside and on some days I would even be bold enough to call myself a 'yummy mummy' even though I don't like that term at all. For me, that term congers up images of only the select few that have given birth and that have overcome or have not been afflicted by the stereotypes of boring moms, selfless women with boring dialogues, inflated bodies and boring vajajays! Ahemmm, I beg to differ.
My saving grace throughout all of these changes and all of my ups and downs in my life is makeup. Its like a lover that my husband knows about and wouldn't dare try to compete with because he knows he would lose. Its like a drug and my drug of choice is MAKEUP!! Don't ask my why because I couldn't tell you and I couldn't care less what others think. Its my thing.
When I need a moment to regroup or catch my breath or prepare myself to give someone heck, in the nicest of ways (annoying passenger, whining children, nagging mother, nosy neighbour) I apply my lipstick or gloss. As I call it, 'I'm having a gloss moment'. I honestly think that when I'm having a stressful time makeup is the only thing that keeps me grounded and keeps me from walking the edge. That and the sweet, clean scent of my children's hair when they are giving ordinary Mamma a hug and when my husband gives me, the 'yummy mummy', that look from across the table.
I am blessed and I am happy but as you can tell I'm also a little batty. Not so ordinary. I think I need a glass of wine and a nap.
I have never blogged before, not sure what has compelled me to start now, therefore, I'm not sure what the protocol or blogging etiquette is, so forgive my ramblings.