For several months now I have been tossing the idea around of starting a Blog. Mainly to try to make some sense of my crazy life and thoughts. When I say crazy life it's probably not what everyone is thinking. My life is crazy for sure but, I would not change a single moment of it! I love my life but at times I feel like I am still in many ways trying to truly find the "real" Emily.
Like many moms/women I'm sure you know the feeling of being happy but not necessarily complete. Don't misunderstand me, my husband, kids,family and friends complete my life, I do not know what I would do without them but at the same time I am not complete. Maybe it's because my life ended up so far from where I had planned,(which we'll save for another post) or maybe it's because I don't really fit in with any one group of people/moms. Once again not to mislead anyone, I have a wonderful group of friends that love me at my best or worse and despite my blunt honesty(even at times I should bite my tongue), that make me feel blessed beyond words and one of the best things about them, they love my children despite the fact that not many of them are at the stage in their life that I am. That's where the not fitting into one group comes in.
I can fit in with my friends and others around my age on most things but at the same time few of them are married and an even fewer number of them have kids or are planning kids within the next 5 years. I can fit in with mom's of kids the same age as my daughter Betsy (who is almost 8) on school things and can talk about Dr's, family vacations, school trips,and anything else related to running a family or doing things for school but unfortunately on most cases that's where the things we have in common stop.(Which is one reason I am so thankful for Betsy's best friend's mom who I can relate to on almost everything.)
An example of one of the situations I have with some moms and one of the reasons that I decided to start the blog today happened yesterday as I was waiting for Betsy to get to the car when I picked her up.
Betsy has her hands full with a gingerbread house she had made and I stepped out of my car so I could open her door, and the mother in the car in front of me looked over at me while she was waiting for her son and said "I don't think the shirt you have on is appropriate to be wearing in front of young impressionable boys, you are young enough to be most of their sisters" Seriously, Let's see here, for one, my shirt might of been a little fitting but not more then any normal person wears, for two, my shirt wasn't even low cut or short on the bottom and for three I had a cardigan on over it. For lack of a better word, I was pissed. So what did I do, I plastered a huge smile on my face and responded with "Are you sure it's the fact the my shirt is too tight or is it because you're old enough to be my mother?" I know I know I probably shouldn't have said anything, I try to follow the golden rule but she deserved it. :)
Well that's all the time I have at the moment, duty calls and I'm off to get my daughter from school! I bet if I see the same mom from yesterday she keeps her mouth shut today!
