I work full-time as an editor. I also work full time as a mother. And a wife. And a daughter. But those are the most fun jobs I have. Most of the time. Some of the time.
Because I work full-time (and sometimes too much), I can't tell you how many times I have been told, "you better enjoy it while you can. The time you have with your children goes by so fast!" and I can't tell you how much I hate that. I know that my children are growing up before my eyes. I know that when I leave for work on Monday and pick them up from the after-care program, which has done such a great job of raising my children for me, that they are going to appear to be 3 years older than they were when I left them 9 hours previously. I. Know. This.
When I started writing this blog, I was doing so because I missed my children terribly. My full-time job as an editor makes me work incredibly long hours during the cold winter months. Coupling that with my likely affliction with Seasonal Affected Disorder (SAD) would make me cry endlessly because I wouldn't see them for long stretches of time. I would hear my husband on the phone struggling to maintain composure, and I would hear my children on the phone asking me when I was coming home because they missed me. And then I would sit in my office and cry and write. It was therapy for free.
Sometimes my children amaze me with their wit. Sometimes my children amaze me with their senses of humor. But most of the time my children simply amaze me. You'll read several times in this blog that I consider myself the luckiest woman alive. I truly believe that. I believe the fact that I found my perfect match at an All Mighty Senators show and we have been able to raise - so far - two of the most beautiful (not that I'm biased), well-rounded, smartest, funniest, and sometimes completely annoying (I'm not going to lie ... they really can be) children qualifies me to be the luckiest woman alive. I don't know who I owe what to ... but I owe something to someone.
I write because I want to look back in however-many years and remember what we were doing when - I know my mind won't do it on its own. If my mind remembers where I've written it I'll be pleased. I hope you enjoy my children as much as I do.