...I became a mother. I'm not going to go into a lot of babble about the joys of being a parent, because it's been written about a million times already.
Being a mother seems to be a natural extension of my personality. But it does not define me. How can I explain this? I have evolved based on the fact that I had two kids. I almost lost myself in the "Mommy" label. But I've been getting myself back. It's high time to reclaim Alison, while remaining "Mom". I think my kids are old enough to start realizing that.
One day they'll know that they are the best thing I have ever created. Masterpieces, really.
So here we all are, on vacation. Two of us are awake, and the other two, including the birthday girl, are still sawing logs upstairs. Later this morning we're going to take off to visit some friends for the weekend. These are our oldest and best friends, I suppose. We've known them for over 9 years -- our paths are quite similar -- and we always have a great time when we get together. She's American, he's French; their kids are about a year younger than ours, respectively. Our opinions often differ, but we still get along well.
It'll be good to get out of suburbia and into a small town for a couple of days. Plus, Anne has this new English friend, Emma. She's 36, I think, and is apparently quite something. As in, likes to belch out loud. (My kind of woman. I used to do that at keg parties a lot). Carts around her dogs in an old Renault 4L. We'll be meeting her this weekend. Looking forward to it.
STILL LOVING: The sunshine streaming through the back door, even though it makes me realize that I need to get out the Windex.
THINKING: I did a shoddy wax job on my legs the other day. (Thank you, sunshine, for pointing that out as well).
WONDERING: Why the cat just licked my nose. (Hello,tuna breath!)
NOTICING: Her empty bowl.
WISHING: You a great weekend. Be back Monday with a full report on the bacchanalia.