How did I get here?
Well hi there.
I've had this thing for ages, mostly to read other people's ramblings, but I've never felt like I had anything to say.
But lately I've had this... this itch.
I love my life. I have an amazing husband, and the most wonderful little girl, but every once in a while I look around and think "Really? This is it? How the fuck did I get here? What the hell happened?" Some days that feeling makes me want to run away and never look back.
So welcome to my alter-ego. :) I have no idea what I'm going to really write about, but guaranteed it won't be about how perfect it is to be a mom. Don't get me wrong... it IS perfect... but I need something that's just for me, about me, and maybe sometimes about what my life could have been.
It's nice to dream sometimes, isn't it?
I've had this thing for ages, mostly to read other people's ramblings, but I've never felt like I had anything to say.
But lately I've had this... this itch.
I love my life. I have an amazing husband, and the most wonderful little girl, but every once in a while I look around and think "Really? This is it? How the fuck did I get here? What the hell happened?" Some days that feeling makes me want to run away and never look back.
So welcome to my alter-ego. :) I have no idea what I'm going to really write about, but guaranteed it won't be about how perfect it is to be a mom. Don't get me wrong... it IS perfect... but I need something that's just for me, about me, and maybe sometimes about what my life could have been.
It's nice to dream sometimes, isn't it?