I call it the witching hours.  Every day between 4pm-7pm, my 15 month old son goes fricking ballistic and has a holy mother mary joseph meltdown.  I cannot get ANYTHING done.  If I want to empty the dishwasher?  Forget it.  Sweep the floor a little?  Nope.  Even go pee?  No way, I have to hold his 30 pound, squirming, body while trying to pull down my pants and underwear, pee, wipe, flush, and then put on my undies and pants again, OH and don’t forget I have to try to wash my hands too.  I feel desperate and more and more wound up the longer this goes on.  I end up throwing random things towards him like he’s an approaching predator, hoping like hell he will become more interested in the whisk, bowl, box, banana, toilet paper roll, broom, etc. than me and I will have 5 flipping minutes to myself to do something.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, I feel mildly better now.

I am a little nervous.  I’m new to the world of blogging, and I’m not sure how I will “perform.”  Will I be good enough?  Interesting enough?  Hip and cool enough?  Will people even care?  Probably not.

When it comes down to it, my blog is for me.  It’s my space, my little corner of the world, where I can vent, laugh, cry and learn. 

But I can’t help but acknowledge that little voice inside my head who says, “but you need to make sure you are interesting, or people won’t like you.”  All my life I’ve struggled with a certain degree of insecurity, and it has never really gone away.  As I get older I care less and less about what people think of me, but it still nags at me.  I try to shrug it off but it sticks like Teflon…but more about that later.

This blog is mine, and mine alone.  As a busy mom of two children (who are 2.5 and 1…yes, you read that correctly), I need something of my own.  I’m excited about all the possibilities.