Writing, growing a gigantic rear-end and driving kids hither and dither — that’s what I’ve been up to
September 20, 2012 | 4 Comments
This post is long overdue. How do I know? My mind is cluttered, I’ve gained 15 pounds, my kids haven’t eaten a decent meal in weeks (unless its been cooked by my husband) and I’m struggling to organize everything.
Yup, that’s what happens when I take a month off from Renaissance Mom — I totally lose control of my life.
So here I find myself, back at my go-to place where I work things out and pull myself back together, with a pledge to blog at least once a week. I owe it to myself and my readers … Are you still out there?
So what’s life been like for the last month or two or three? Busy (to say the least), full of good food and cocktails, little exercise, lots of taxiing kids around, and plugging away at my new business venture. So despite the extra pounds, I haven’t been sitting around on my ass doing nothing. No, I’ve been sitting around on my ass, at the computer “working that ass off” to stay abreast of all the fun-filled family activities in Berkshire County MA (too bad my ass didn’t get that memo, because it has only gotten bigger through this venture). But, so too, have my Berkshire Family Focus (that’s my new site) followers. So it’s all good! I think.
The fact that I have abandoned my first blogging love, RM, is only proof once again that through all my hard work to take care of ME, when the going gets tough, taking care of myself, is the last thing on my list of to-dos, like nearly every other mom on the planet. Why do we do that to ourselves? Why do we put ourselves last on the list? Why do we think it’s OK to move up a pants size … again and again and again? Why is it OK to walk around for days in the same old yoga pants and ponytail, at times forgetting to shower (yeah that’s been me lately, yuck)? Why do we abandon that Girls Night Out (or better-yet), a night out with our significant others to go to yet another soccer game that the parents on the sidelines care more about than the players on the field? Is it genetics? Is it our own crazy martyrdom? Who knows? But I’ve had enough.
However, I do have to confess that I have been a little selfish in my pursuit of a dream. A dream to write about everything and anything, via this blog, in my fiction and on my website dedicated to the Berkshires, my home for 40 years that I fell in love with for the first time five years ago. I’ve taken over the guest room and made it into command central for my new site. I’ve taken some special savings and, instead of putting it towards something for my kids, I’ve put it towards financing the start-up costs for my new venture. I write and I write and I write. Now I just have to organize myself because most of the writing is for the new site, while my fiction and Renaissance Mom writing have fallen by the wayside.
So I’m back, in hopes that writing in a forum that keeps me honest, in check, and writing about something other than the latest family-friendly happening in the Berkshires will help me get my head, house, family, healthy, etc. organized!
I only hope it’s not too late.