I am fine. Really, I am fine. I just wanted to set everyone’s mind at ease. I know you feared the worst – that I had been talked to death by two sweet little brown-haired girls, or buried under a mountain of laundry, each item sporting its own unique and mysterious stain, or wandering aimlessly around the local mall, wondering what happened to my former life. In reality, none of these calamities have befallen me. Here, in a nutshell, is what has happened over the last two weeks:
12 trips to Party City
11 loads of laundry
10 Junior League meetings
9 CMT rehearsals
8 attempts at a logo redesign (look for the new one to debut soon!)
7 school related events
6 years with Lola
5 photo shoots
4 days as snack mom
3 birthday parties for Lola (see #6, above)
2 sweet house guests from overseas
1 column written (see link at right!)
And in the last two days, Lola came home with a number (sort of like a warning) for not exhibiting self control, and also informed that she has fat thighs. Lola, who is barely 6 and slight enough for a breeze to knock her over. I had no good response to that. I just cried.
This motherhood thing is hard. It is so hard and so heartbreaking and so daunting. Some days seem impossible, and every decision seems fraught with the potential for disaster.
I don’t know about you, but I feel like I deserve a day all to myself this year. Forgive me for not wanting to repeat last year’s Mother’s Day, when we took the kids to a bounce-house-place, or this year’s birthday, which I celebrated at Legoland. I want one day all to myself, with nothing on the agenda. I don’t even know how I would spend it, and that’s not the point. The point is that it would be all mine.
There’s no harm in dreaming…