I'm back...

I'm back. Sort of. I'll be honest- I've been avoiding my blog quite successfully for some time now. Why? Well-- it's simple. I was "tagged" by a couple of (well meaning) friends to make a list of things that are interesting about me... and I was just not up to the challenge. I'm ashamed to say that I kind of hit a wall, so to speak, and had my very own mid-mommyhood crisis. Sad, I know-- but let's just be honest: I change diapers and sing lullabies all day, every day... my big indulgence is buying my kid's clothes off the clearance rack at T.J. Maxx (sorry mom!) or going to the bathroom alone AND with the door shut... I don't think I've checked out a book or movie outside of the kid's section at our local library in over a year, and my major news sources are the tabloid covers along the grocery store aisle and the stack of parenting type magazines that I still subscribe to-- so...I'm finally willing to face it: I find myself somewhat at a loss when asked to write interesting things about the me that I am right now. Do I hate that-- yes...and no. Yes because everything inside of me and everything that I used to be screams that I should-- but no-- because (I've found after way too much contemplation) I really just don't. I LOVE that I am a (gasp!) stay-at-home mom. I love that my clothes never seem to stay clean long enough to leave the house without shame- let alone fit me well or have any semblance of fashion to them. I'm no longer ashamed to admit that I talk to my pediatrician more often that most of my nearest and dearest friends and family. And I'm finally ready to admit that I don't hate Barney-- no, I think that the big purple guy is really nice and he has a lot of good things to teach my kids-- and he is a great babysitter while I steal that 15 minute shower once in a blue moon. So--- I kinda like where I am in life right now, and I'm okay saying it. To all the adults in my life I may be a little bit of a drag-- but to 2 and 4 year olds I'm pretty darn fun, and right now, that is all that really matters. Tonight while I was laying with my kids after a long, hard day, Noah turned over and said "mommy, you are my bestest friend in the whole wide world"... and I thought my heart would just burst. In that moment, I figured it all out. I am where I am supposed to be, doing what I want to do most, and I'm doing a pretty good job at it. So-- interesting facts about me or not, I am still glad to be me... Noah's bestest friend in the whole wide world! :)