I don’t even know what that title means. I don’t even know who I am anymore. All I do right now is wake up, feed babies, listen to my older daughter say “Mom! Mom! Mommy!! Momeeeee! I need toast,” pack her lunch, feed babies breakfast then write write write for five hours or so until it’s time to pick daughter up from school. I can’t even drink wine at night lately because the weather is weird and it screws with my sinuses often leading to a headache (even if I’ve just had one glass) which I can’t afford. Hey, at least there’s still coffee and Xanax right?
So, yeah, being a mom of three feels really tough right now. But then sometimes I look at my life and I think, WOW…I am really lucky – I have a great husband, three great kids, the opportunity to write a book and a democrat in the White House – what more could I ask for? And then I get right back to bitching again. But then Housewives of Atlanta comes on and I realize I am completely fulfilled. Watching Kim try to get her singing career off the ground might be one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Who’s with me? You have to love a woman who can be told straight out by a vocal coach that she sucks and think to herself (and the camera) “that woman just doesn’t get “my thing.” We should all be so lucky to be that delusional. Think of all the great work we could all get done without that nagging self awareness standing in our way.
Let me just bring you up to date on a few things:
Elby turns four on Wednesday. The babies turn one on the 26th. Sadie is still the smallest one-year-old on the planet. We still struggle to feed her everyday. You can read more about my feeding obsession in this week’s column Make Mine a Double. Seriously, go check it out cause I’m actually writing over there.