Mommy-Isms

Ah, the shower is amazing, a small space in time during which I am determined to remove the daily grime – though this effort is futile. As soon as I stepped out of the shower, without even dressing yet, my toddler has waddled up and dropped her yogurt cup right down my legs. Oh yes, this is my life, welcome.
Let me describe myself, well as something other than XXX’s Mom anyways. I am 29, not as my oldest described as mid-forties. Not that I have anything against anyone in their mid-forties, I am just clinging to the wee bit of youngness that I can. Sorry, back to the description, I have 3 children, a loving husband, 2 dogs, and we live in the Florida Keys. Yep, as in, my husband works in Key West. That’s us in a nutshell. Oh and why I’m writing now? Well that is easy – I just finished my umpteenth trashy novel full of romance and breathless love. And I started to think, you know, there really isn’t much written about the “after” bit of “happily ever after” now is there.
My impression on why this is…children make your life full, in my opinion they complete the circle. But…it’s really not glamorous. The romance novels never talk about your quaint family picnic that goes fabulously, just not as you might have wanted it to. Unless you are fantasizing about being completely stressed out about sun block, water safety, general safety, and of course that nobody is having any fun because you are freaking out every few minutes about something you should have done, but didn’t.