Introducing Crazy

I've often thought about starting a blog, but it seemed a little beyond me. That sounds kind of ridiculous, but not if you spent all day in my head. I can't imagine why anyone would want to do that, and yet here I am, putting what little is in my head on paper. God speed, dear reader! ;)

Actually, my sister planted the blog seed in my head awhile back, and then I watched "Julie and Julia." Which I really enjoyed, by the way. I'm not a huge fan of Meryl Streep (I just couldn't get through "Mamma Mia" without cringing), but I loved her as Julia Child! I laughed a lot, which is always a plus, and it made me hungry for really good food, which, alas, I will probably never get around to cooking, and it finally got me interested in blogging. 'Cause let's face it: doesn't everyone who writes a blog secretly hope to get noticed? A little bit? Big time? So to pander to my secret Narcissus, I'm diving right in.

I spend all day, every day, at home with three kids 6 and under. My husband and I share a car, so when he goes to work (in the restaurant biz, so cRaZy long hours), I'm at home - permanently. I'm not telling you this to make you feel sorry for me... (heavy silence - did it work???) but just because that's how it is. So it is literally quite therapeutic to make coherent sentences that flow together, write them down, and then look at them. It almost feels like I'm having a conversation with another adult...

See, at this exact moment, the 2 1/2 year old is trying to force me to eat the pink Play-doh sandwich she pounded out on the mouse pad, the 6 year old has the turkey baster and is whacking it threateningly, and I'm holding the 1 year old in my lap while he snoozes. He weighs 25 pounds and my left arm is asleep.

The reason we share a car isn't because we're trying to save the environment (which we can get into later on... ), or because I LOVE to be at home 24/7 (it drives me NUTS!!!), but because we are mildly impoverished. Strapped. Reduced. Scanty. ;) (But honestly, who isn't these days?) If I want to stay at home with the kids, one of our concessions at this point in time is a second car. So voila! Good times. Suffice it to say, my white-bread adult fantasies now consist of a van that seats 7 (in black, preferably - I still have a fragment of class), dual sliding doors, cargo storage, and a sunroof, perhaps??? And did I mention used? Unfortunately I'm also a realist in my fantasies...

So on the bright side, I always have something to look forward to! On the downside, I'm mildly deranged, am losing social skills on a daily basis (do they make a pedometer for that?), and am acquiring my mother's dashboard - door habit when actually in the car. (You know the one, when you were learning to drive? Your mother would yell "Slow Down!!!" or "Look Out!!!" while clutching wildly at the dashboard with one hand and the door with the other, and possibly pumping the imaginary brake.)

Truthfully, it's not that bad. Like most things in life people hate (their jobs, their weight), you learn to live with it. And fantasize. And that's what keeps you going. Pathetic, but there it is. ;)