I’ve been blogging here for a few months already but I just realized I’d never shared with you my “This is Me,” so voilà!

  • I have two boys, ages 3.5 and 22 months.  They are the loves of my life.  I always knew I wanted to have kids but now that they are here, I feel more love for them than I could have imagined.  I know it’s a cliché, but they definitely do make me want to be a better person. When I hear my older son take a tone or see him throw a nasty face, I always think, “Wow.  Is that what I sound/look like to them?  Gotta work on that.” 
  • I had two vaginal births with epidurals and I nursed each of my sons for 13 months.  I don’t feel any better or worse as a mother because of this.  I was lucky enough to be able to have the experiences that I wanted and to have the home situation and resources to do it.  Mothers make different choices and that’s fine as long as it works for them.  I have come to be less judgmental about this kind of stuff over time. 
  • I am a big advocate for breastfeeding if that is the mother’s choice.  If you do choose to breastfeed, though, I can easily get all self-righteous and indignant about your right to nurse whenever and wherever you choose.  I was fairly discreet when I nursed my boys, but I never covered up and I certainly never went to sit in a bathroom or other place where I would not normally hang out.  I secretly hoped someone would say something to me just so I could flip out on them! 
  • My kids don’t watch TV.  We don’t think it’s evil or anything, at least in small doses, but it’s just not part of our lives.  My husband and I watch very little TV ourselves; Breaking Bad, Mad Men, and The Walking Dead are pretty much it and since all three series run consecutively on AMC, it amounts to only an hour a week.  My kids do watch some movies but we all love to read more than anything.  This makes me so happy! 
  • I am a full-time work-at-home mom (WAHM).  I see this as the best of both worlds:  I get to be here and see my boys all day every day, feed them lunch, and attend to (nearly) every boo boo.  I get quiet time in my basement office and I get paid a good salary.  Although I feel like I have a foot in both the working mom world and the stay-at-home mom (SAHM) world, sometimes I get grief from both sides.  Working friends forget that I work because they don’t see me dress up and go to the office every day, while SAHM friends forget that I can’t do playgroups or activities during the day because I’m officially working. 
  • We have a nanny to care for the boys while I’m working. She is amazing and is absolutely the right choice for our family.  We see her not as a babysitter but as someone who is helping to raise our sons.
  • I have no sense of smell and my sense of taste is nearly nonexistent as well.  I can taste only four things:  salty, sweet, bitter and sour, no flavors.  I hate it when people say things like, “Oh, you’re lucky, at least you can’t smell [insert something smelly here].”  No, I’m not lucky.  I have never smelled my babies’ skin or their milky breath and that breaks my heart.  It’s a disability, period.  Would you say to a blind man, “Oh, you’re lucky that you can’t see [insert something ugly here]?”  I would hope not.  Same thing, mine is just a different one (or two) of the five senses that’s missing.
  • Partly because of the no smell/taste thing, I hate to cook.  My husband does, too.  Thankful again for that nanny, who loves to cook and will make our dinner if we give her a recipe and buy the ingredients.  I don’t drink or smoke (cue the Sandra Dee song from “Grease”) but I am addicted to Diet Mountain Dew.
  • My mister and I are atheists.  No, we don’t believe in god but yes, we have very strong morals, thankyouverymuch.  We plan to raise our boys to be good, caring, sensitive men who make a difference in the world.  We just don’t think we need god or religion to do that.
  • Although I work in the corporate world, I have a degree in Social Work.  I used to do rape crisis and domestic violence counseling; drug counseling in a prison; and child protective services.  Yes, I was one of those who takes people’s kids away, which is how some people view it.  It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done (oh, the horror stories I have) but it’s the work I’m most proud of, by far.  Now that I have kids of my own, it would be so much harder, I can’t even imagine.
  • I’m an amateur photographer with over 30,000 photos on my photo-sharing site.  I never liked to take pictures of people until I had kids.  Other than of the kids, I mostly do nature and architecture photography.
  • Although I’m very tech savvy, I’m also wary of sharing too much online.  I quit Facebook about a year ago and rejoined it only recently to participate in the CTWorkingMoms blogger community.  Even now, I’ve posted no personal information and have uploaded only my profile pic (the same one you can see here).  Facebook is supposed to be a social site but the level of vigilance required to keep my info private made me feel distinctly anti-social.  I have a password-protected, personal blog for my friends and family to keep up to date with pics of my kids and our family activities.  My site is not searchable by Google because I want my kids to create their own online personas when they are old enough.  When prospective dates or employers Google their names, I want the results to be my sons’ own exploits, good or bad. I’m also on Twitter but rarely tweet for the same reasons. 
  • My online addiction is Pinterest with over 4000 pins (follow me on Pinterest!).  Of course there are the fantasy pins about things like high fashion and cute men (the Ryan Gosling meme is hilarious), but mostly I use it to get ideas for kid activities.  I like to try out things I’ve seen on Pinterest and then comment on them on my “Pinterest things I’ve tried” board. 
  • I’m turning 40 next month.  Kids are supposed to keep you young but for some reason, I’m feeling old and I’ve never had a problem with an age milestone before.  I can’t help feeling that with kids as young as mine, I should be turning 30, not 40.  I wouldn’t do anything differently because this is the path that got me to the life that I love, but I never planned to wait so long to have kids.  I feel a midlife crisis coming on.  What should I do, buy a sports car?  Get a tattoo?  Take a lover??  Looking for suggestions here. 

Oh, and have I told you that I can be extremely sarcastic and snarky?  Consider yourself warned.

 

 

 

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