Why blog? my husband, the Guv, asks. Why not call someone you'd like to get to know better and ask them out for coffee?
I sigh. An avid reader of blogs since they were so named, it's high time I enter the fray. While the Guv prefers to perform for a live audience, I struggle in the suburbs to find my place among the alpha-moms. Most days, I wake up wanting to scream "Something is not right here!" but know that my cries would fall on deaf ears. So, blog I will, and perhaps a new, invisble audience will help me to make some sense of this bizarre life.
Here I am. I am ToddlerMama, 34, SAHM to 7 y.o. Petunia and 2.5 y.o. Dash. We spend our school years in the NJ suburbs and our summers in the Green Mountains. The Guv spoils us all rotten, in part to make up for his strenuous work schedule in private equity land. As for me, I am trying to take up tennis again and entertaining the idea of returning to outside-the-home work, preferably something in my field of higher education administration.
Petunia will start the second grade this week, no doubt wearing a pink dress with perfectly coordinated accessories, a big smile, and charisma that rivals her father's. She is as tall as a 10 year old, smart, articulate and beautiful. She'll play piano, tap dance, and start tennis lessons. Teachers and kids alike will love her to pieces.
Dash will start preschool for the first time this week, too, no doubt wearing the breakfast that he didn't eat all over a shirt with a picture of Something With Wheels on it, a big smile, and a King Of The World attitude that rivals his father's. We pray that he lasts at least a week before expulsion. We have a pool going. Don't worry, he won't hurt another kid. He'll either a) climb something and remain out of reach; b) escape and not be found; or c) run, run, run away. He IS faster than a speeding bullet, underweight, freaky-smart, can out-talk someone twice his age, and is adorable enough to avoid punishment for his fiendish acts. We have no idea how teachers and kids will react to him.
Soon, I will start writing of my mommy-angst, my desire to find a place somewhere between the alpha- and beta-moms, my inability to get Mac to sleep or eat, my struggles to find time and place alone with the Guv, my desire for friends who'd rather go for beers than go shopping... But tonight, I merely say good night, and thanks for making space for me in cyberland. I hope it's a nice place to play.