Set the Tone

O.k. so I'm new to this blogging thing. I was always curious, but wondered why anyone would want to read about someone`s normal boring life. Then, I realized, most people`s lives are just like mine. Well, most women with children anyway. And all of us mothers seem to get drained daily and just when we think we can`t go on any longer, we hear a story similar to ours from the mother on the cereal aisle at the grocery store. Somehow, just hearing that someone else goes through the same things as you can give you that second wind. Her days are also filled with noise, endless hours of "busy work" that never ends with a clean house but a mess bigger than when you started. She, like so many other mothers, remembers at 3:00pm that she still has not stopped to brush her teeth and the baby needs changing and her three year old also needs to ''go to the potty''- -though she already did- - in her panties. And after she gets the baby down for a nap and convinces her three year old to play in her room, she finally takes the opportunity to get out of her pajamas and manages to wash her face. After that she is ready to take on the night shift. 3 am feedings, bad dreams, toddler bed wetting and pumping in the wee hours of the morning to keep her breasts from exploding. Hearing these women agree with you and tell you stories of their own cultivates a sort of comraderie between them though they don't even know each other. It's sort of a secret society. Just for mothers. Our poo-poo stories and our breastfeeding nightmares are actually our secret handshake. We share our fears, or failures, and our successes with one another and somehow it gives us the strength we need to pick ourselves back up and keep on truckin`. So, this is why I have decided to blog. If you're not interested, simply find another blogger. But if you are, you're probably a mother, who, like myself, longs for some adult conversation and tips for childrearing- and the laughter that kids add to your life! ! ! So, join me if you're up for it. Nothing like Desperate Housewives, though. The most dramatic or risque` thing you may come across on this blog is a wardrobe malfunction while breastfeeding in public. The lactating breast is nothing to sneeze at, either, mind you. Ah, the smell of Desitin and spit-up in the morning!