Wednesday, October 24, 2007
My Dancing Daughter
My little one--we'll call her Sunshine--has discovered a new passion. It's dancing. She comes by it honestly. I love to dance, too. I don't get to get out much, but if I do, I dance. Even by myself--when people think I'm out of my mind--I like to get up and groove. I figure most people at a bar are never going to see me again, so it's ok to look like a complete fool. Those who do know me know to expect this kind of behavior. But little miss Sunshine can really get down. She shakes her hips and moves her feet like someone who feels the rhythm right down to her soul. I guess again, it should be no shock. The night she was born was the finals to one of the Dancing With the Stars shows. Not that I had ever watched the program before, but my mom was in from out of town, sitting in the Labor and Delivery room trying to pass the time, and kindly asked if she could turn it on---explaining that it was the finals and everything. How could I say no? Not that I was really watching anything, anyway. Just passing the time waiting for little missy to pop out. She waited until after my mom's beloved program was over to make her appearance. Considerate, huh? Guess that's where we should send the credit for her dancing feet. Lord knows she moves better than I do!
Welcome To My World
OK...so I'm new to this blog-thing, but I figure enough wacky stuff happens to me each day that it must be entertaining to others out there, so I'm going to start documenting it.
What makes my world so wacky? Probably my attempt to combine 4 or 5 lives into one, and still make that one sane. Guess for that to make sense I should first tell you I'm not schizo (or at least not that I know of). I once volunteered with schizophrenics every Saturday during one semester of college--a very eye-opening experience--and I gotta say schizophrenics aren't as crazy as you might think. Don't know if that means the people I consider "normal" are crazy, or if schizophrenics just got a bad rap. But I digress (you'll notice I do that a lot).
The point is, I am crazy busy (there goes that word again--maybe I am nuts!). I work a full time job (from home), some freelance writing on the side (we need the extra money--plus, I like the work), I am married to a man who is launching his own company in the mortgage industry (yes, the rest of the mortgage world is shriveling up and dying, but if anyone can make this work, he can), I have four children from 13 to 2, two of which go to their mother's house every other week (I'm the stepmom to the 10 and 9 year old, but we don't believe in that word in this house, so, hopefully that clarifies any confusion out there). Because I work from home, I can get the kids after school and take care of them--and help them tackle all that homework--but remember, I'm still working, so I've become a pretty good juggler (what, you want to know why there's a baby screaming in the background as I'm trying to line up an interview with the Department of Treasury--no worries--she'll be fine in a minute!). I also volunteer quite a bit at the school (last year I was PTA President--but not in the sense of PTA that you're thinking--we're a cool, hip, fun PTA--yes, that does exist!). My husband coaches when the kids play sports, so he's gone a lot, and I gotta pick up the slack. And trust me, the man makes more messes than the kids do, so at some point it's 'Clean Up' time. Somehow I squeeze it all in and know I'm lucky to be able to "live the dream", but somedays it truly feels more like a nightmare. What's that famous line from Jimmy Buffet? Oh, yeah! "If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane!" (and again, insane pops up!!!--somebody find me a straight jacket.)
What makes my world so wacky? Probably my attempt to combine 4 or 5 lives into one, and still make that one sane. Guess for that to make sense I should first tell you I'm not schizo (or at least not that I know of). I once volunteered with schizophrenics every Saturday during one semester of college--a very eye-opening experience--and I gotta say schizophrenics aren't as crazy as you might think. Don't know if that means the people I consider "normal" are crazy, or if schizophrenics just got a bad rap. But I digress (you'll notice I do that a lot).
The point is, I am crazy busy (there goes that word again--maybe I am nuts!). I work a full time job (from home), some freelance writing on the side (we need the extra money--plus, I like the work), I am married to a man who is launching his own company in the mortgage industry (yes, the rest of the mortgage world is shriveling up and dying, but if anyone can make this work, he can), I have four children from 13 to 2, two of which go to their mother's house every other week (I'm the stepmom to the 10 and 9 year old, but we don't believe in that word in this house, so, hopefully that clarifies any confusion out there). Because I work from home, I can get the kids after school and take care of them--and help them tackle all that homework--but remember, I'm still working, so I've become a pretty good juggler (what, you want to know why there's a baby screaming in the background as I'm trying to line up an interview with the Department of Treasury--no worries--she'll be fine in a minute!). I also volunteer quite a bit at the school (last year I was PTA President--but not in the sense of PTA that you're thinking--we're a cool, hip, fun PTA--yes, that does exist!). My husband coaches when the kids play sports, so he's gone a lot, and I gotta pick up the slack. And trust me, the man makes more messes than the kids do, so at some point it's 'Clean Up' time. Somehow I squeeze it all in and know I'm lucky to be able to "live the dream", but somedays it truly feels more like a nightmare. What's that famous line from Jimmy Buffet? Oh, yeah! "If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane!" (and again, insane pops up!!!--somebody find me a straight jacket.)
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