I wrote this blog back in April of this year and as I'm rereading it, I realize it still applies. I'm wondering what you guys all think and how you maintain a balance in your lives?
Midnight Run
What the hell am I doing awake when every other creature in my home is asleep?
I had to make a midnight run to the A&P for a bottle of Formula after my little lamb kicked his bottle over in his sleep. (His bottle is placed at the foot of his bed for easy access at night.)
What the hell has my life become? Was it so long ago that Friday and Saturday and hell even Sunday nights were not for wondering what was on HBO and was I going to get to wash my hair anytime soon but for going out in skirts that were way too short and hair that was way too big. There is a show coming to CBGB's that I want to go to and my husband argued with me that I'm a mom now and way too old to be going to clubs to see bands play (This is the same man who is upset because he waited too long to get Morrissey tickets for his Apollo shows). It got me thinking, after a child DOES the life you once had have to stop? Is there a point when one has to "grow up"? If so, when is it? Is it inappropriate at age 31 with a 15 week old son to want to dye my hair purple and hot pink? Is it wrong of me to want to get a tattoo dedicated to my son? Does any of this make me an unfit parent or just a poseur?
I spent half my life trying to fit in and be popular, I've spent the other half running from that world.
When I worked in a corporate office, I'd ride the PATH train each morning with the yuppies and their suits and Coach briefcases and their Burbery coats and realize that world isn't one I'll ever fit into. I'm not that way. I'm more of an individual than that.
What world do I fit into though? Living in Hoboken with the other Yuppie mom's and dad's I certainly don't fit in. When I tell them my son's name is Patrick Jazz I always get funny looks and I cringe inside each time I'm introduced to a Madison or a David. I don't want a Peg Pergo stroller and I don't want to dress my baby in Baby Gap from head to toe.
Where in the hell do I fit in around here? I wish I knew...I need to go to bed.
Midnight Run
What the hell am I doing awake when every other creature in my home is asleep?
I had to make a midnight run to the A&P for a bottle of Formula after my little lamb kicked his bottle over in his sleep. (His bottle is placed at the foot of his bed for easy access at night.)
What the hell has my life become? Was it so long ago that Friday and Saturday and hell even Sunday nights were not for wondering what was on HBO and was I going to get to wash my hair anytime soon but for going out in skirts that were way too short and hair that was way too big. There is a show coming to CBGB's that I want to go to and my husband argued with me that I'm a mom now and way too old to be going to clubs to see bands play (This is the same man who is upset because he waited too long to get Morrissey tickets for his Apollo shows). It got me thinking, after a child DOES the life you once had have to stop? Is there a point when one has to "grow up"? If so, when is it? Is it inappropriate at age 31 with a 15 week old son to want to dye my hair purple and hot pink? Is it wrong of me to want to get a tattoo dedicated to my son? Does any of this make me an unfit parent or just a poseur?
I spent half my life trying to fit in and be popular, I've spent the other half running from that world.
When I worked in a corporate office, I'd ride the PATH train each morning with the yuppies and their suits and Coach briefcases and their Burbery coats and realize that world isn't one I'll ever fit into. I'm not that way. I'm more of an individual than that.
What world do I fit into though? Living in Hoboken with the other Yuppie mom's and dad's I certainly don't fit in. When I tell them my son's name is Patrick Jazz I always get funny looks and I cringe inside each time I'm introduced to a Madison or a David. I don't want a Peg Pergo stroller and I don't want to dress my baby in Baby Gap from head to toe.
Where in the hell do I fit in around here? I wish I knew...I need to go to bed.