I am tired. Seriously tired.
I am a working mom, but when I began this blog, I was on an extended maternity leave. I don’t know which is harder, either: being a working mother of two small children or being a stay-at-home-mother of two small children. As I have done them both, I can say with absolute certainty that I always felt that the job I didn’t have at any given time was the easier of the two.
Honestly, I love my children, I have an amazing, helpful and understanding husband, and I lead a pretty fantastic life. I feel blessed, proud, happy, and warm every singe day. But, I say it again as I am not sure it had the appropriate impact the first time: I AM TIRED.
I began this blog as a way for me to vent a little. Writing was always a very important part of my life. I excelled in English classes in high school, I majored in English while completing my undergraduate studies, and then I became an English teacher where my biggest happiness came from working with student writing. So, it seemed a natural outlet for me to turn to writing as a means of therapy. As I have always taught that one must write with the idea that there can or will be an audience to the work, I decided to go ahead and present my work to an actual audience. But, make no mistake — my writing isn’t for you. It’s still for me. But, I am thrilled that you’re here and would be even more thrilled if I knew that you enjoyed the time you spent visiting my blog. Feel free to leave me a comment to let me know you’ve appreciated my posts. If you’ve not appreciated them, feel free to keep that information to yourself, jerk.