I started writing this post 8 years ago. And, if anyone is reading this, then yes, you read that correctly. It has been EIGHT years since the day I sat to put some thoughts together and contribute something new and interesting to an already clogged online blogging world. There were big plans to become a successful NYC blogger mama (yes, another one) and launch a new career at home making all sorts of money from various online advertisers. I had just terrified my husband and left my job to be home with my 1 year old son, at the time my only child, and the new love of my life. But, anyone can safely verify that no advertising checks have been rolling in, and Diapers.com, though now delivering on a weekly basis, has never come knocking begging me to sample free new products.
While a lot has happened over these years, it’s humbling and terrifying that it’s taken me this long to put something out there- or perhaps expose myself more personally. How the hell did I actually manage to let 8 years pass without completing a post? And, now that I’ve actually written this, how embarrassing it could be if i can’t come up with any new material. So, if anyone is reading, this could be the beginning and the end all wrapped up in one short post. Only time will tell. I pray I will have something to say, or the time to say it, on a somewhat regular basis. But who knows?
Since life doesn’t always go as planned, I am working more on “letting go”; just seeing what happens and not being so afraid of the unknown or possible failure. Only thing is that the last time I did this, on some level, I wound up having twins at the age of 45. Since they are identical twins, these were truly the “surprise” kind. That our lives were turned upside down is putting it mildly. Going from an easy, breezy, flexible family of 3, able to make plans on a dime, to the parents of a 9 year old and TWO 2 year old, defiant, toddlers can be harrowing. Before, we could spend time on “each other”. Now, there are days where the only civilized words spoken may be “she pooped again, it’s your turn to change her”. This can test a marriage. But, having survived the first 2 years, I keep hoping we’ve turned a corner; that things are going to get easier. Well now I don’t want to bore you with carrying on; let me save some for the next time- hopefully less than 8 years from today. Until then.