I woke up this morning with the grand idea that I wanted to become a writer. I pictured myself sitting down at the computer and churning out the greatest historical romance novel ever written. It would be a real bodice ripper that would hit the best seller’s list and get me on the talk show circuit as “Stay at home mom turns novelist”. Kind of like that chick who wrote the 50 Shades of Gray books. Sure, my novel might really just be something a bunch of bored housewives get worked up about while they sit by the pool half-watching their kids try to drown one another in a rousing game of Marco Polo, but it would be my accomplishment. My creativity. Something I did outside of my job as ‘super mom’.
I sat down with my laptop, stared at the screen, placed my fingers on the keyboard and wrote half a sentence. It was then that my youngest child crawled up on my lap, started hitting keys and giggled “Can I have some juice?”. Then my seven year old chimed in “Can I have some chocolate milk and scrambled eggs? I’m hungry!” I put down the laptop, attended to the little urchin’s wishes, fed the dog, cleaned up a few stray Cheeri-Os from the kitchen floor, broke up a sibling fight, answered three telephone calls and attempted to returned to my writing. Somewhere in between pouring the chocolate syrup into the milk and hanging up on a telemarketer, my mind morphed my main character, the beautiful heroine with flowing auburn locks, porcelain skin and perfect 20 something body, into a slightly frumpy 39 year old with love handles, crow’s feet, dishpan hands and a messy ponytail. Oh wait, that’s me! It was then I decided to follow the words of Louisa May Alcott in Little Women and “write what you know.” Ok, truth be told, I’m not not sure if Louisa May Alcott actually wrote those words, but I know the main character Jo did say that in the movie adaptation. Close enough, right?
So- what do I know? I know that I’m a stay at home mom. I know that being a stay at home mom (SAHM) is NOTHING like I thought it would be. I’m a wife. I’m a pet owner. I’m a daughter. I’m a cancer survivor. I’m a creative soul. I dream of being a farmer, a writer, a singer, an herbalist, an actress and a chef. I live in my own mind 80% of the time and need a platform to get these crazy thoughts out to the world.
So, here I am in blog form again. It’s been about two years since I last put in an entry so I’m a bit rusty. I’ve been interrupted by my children about 47 times in the short span of time it has taken me to write this post. If you forgive me for all spelling mistakes and my complete disregard for proper grammar and punctuation I will forgive you for not hanging on to my every word/post and quoting my profound words to all of your friends and family. Deal?
Give me a shout out to let me know who’s actually reading my musings. It encourages me and inflates my ego. I dig that kind of thing.
Welcome to my world. 🙂