My life is not what I was led to believe it would be, not by a long shot. There is no tall, dark, witty and handsome man going to ride up on a horse to save me from myself. I am not out gallivanting about town any given night with my best gal/gay pals dancing and gossiping over drinks. I cant afford to travel the world and experience it at my leisure. No Mr. Darcy to sweep my off my feet. No big fat Greek family much less a wedding. No Shakespearean sonnets no witty prose.
I am a wife and mother. I'm tall, funny, fat and have that ever popular "pretty face".That is my life.
My husband is loving, hilarious and the best friend I could ever hope to spend the rest of my life with. He respects me and appreciates my huge-crazy-extended family. He's supportive, caring, an amazing father and did I mention a 5'7" ginger that refuses to dance with me.... ever! I can literally look right over the top of his head. *sigh* It pains me to admit how much I hate that I don't get to ever experience the upward reaching hugs and kisses of comfort and safety.
I have a 6 year old little ginger girl and she is the love of my life. She swears, makes my faces, loves 'The Beatles', loves the color pink and is the coolest little kid I've ever met/made. Motherhood is never what you think it's going to be... I get that. I just really never knew how much it would change me. How crazy it would make me. With the benefit of hindsight, that my own mother kept me alive and loved me is beyond miraculous. There needs to be a page in the pamphlets warning you about the ever present urge to run screaming!!!!
This is going to be a telling of my life and a venting process for me, if anyone ever reads it I will be amazed and probably a little embarrassed. I'll try not to bore the pants off of you, unless your life is like mine and you could use a little 'pants off dance off' excitement. Then by all means feel free to have your own bottomless party at my expense.
