First Post

My husband is away for the weekend. This happens only a handful of times a year. He's a cartoonist and travels for conventions. This time to Seattle. And I am left at home. I secretly love this and look forward to it. Which should come as a surprise as I adore my husband. We've been married for eight spectacular years and dated for seven before tying the knot. He's funny, smart, sexy and my favorite feature of his, aside from his green eyes and perfect apple ass, is his humor. We laugh a lot. And, after nearly fifteen years together, I not only still love him madly, I also still like him very very much. He's my best friend and before you throw up all over youself from the cuteness of it all, I'll stop gushing.

So, yeah, when he leaves town, surprise surprise, I kind of like it. The time alone to watch chick flicks and hang with girlfriends that he finds too vacuous for me to invite over when he's in town. I usually go to the gym and stay there for a long long time. Really get a good sweat on and watch bad TV while on the treadmill or elliptical machine. I read my trashy magazines. I get a few chapters of my latest chicklit read while in some sort of fruity smelling bubble bath. And I drink wine. Red wine. Sometimes, if I'm feeling particularily naughty, I smoke a cigarette. Yup, that was how it used to go down. Used to. As in, no longer. Why?

Because last year everything changed. I had a baby.

Wow, was that a change. I mean, I knew it would be. I'm smart. In my thirties. Have been around children...babies. I've read the books. Watched Oprah. I know, it's life changing. But until it happens to you...you just don't know how your life, in particular, will change. Mine changed a lot.

My daughter was born on a Thursday. It was sunny out. It was afternoon. 2:30pm to be exact. Funny, as 2:30's on Thursdays hold a special place for me. I always find that to be my favorite time of the week. Why? Well, because the anticipation for the weekend is ahead. All of those yummy weekend plans that you have been planning (or even better, not planning) are a day away. It is appropriate that my little lady would be born at 2:30pm on a Thursday. As looking at her I am filled with the excitement and anticipation of what is ahead in her life...who she will be. What funny things she will do or say, etc.

This is the type of stuff I will talk about. See, I am entering this blog-o-sphere tonight for the first time and I will be talking about many things in my time here. Sometimes the mundane. Sometimes the, let's hope, profound. I'll be personal. I'll be honest. I'll try to be funny. And, I imagine, a lot of it will be about being a mother, a wife and a friend. So, this is the first entry. The first moment that I have had a chance to "start". Because, the plain truth is, I don't know any mother who is like the mother I hope and aspire to be. So I figured I'd document my journey in attempting to be that mother. I will have successes and failures...more successes, I hope. And I will share my growing pains with whom ever will listen.

And that is why, one year (almost to the day) after my sweet girl was born, I start this blog. On a weekend that would normally have been reserved for selfish and yummy frivolity. I trade in my US Weekly for a computer and I type. But one thing hasn't changed. Next to me is a glass of wine. And, as my little one sleeps, I sip with great delight. The house is quiet, and hell, I may even take the video monitor that I use to watch my little one doze into the bathroom and attempt a bubble bath. I think I've got some pomogranate scented suds tucked away somewhere.

God help me.