long night

2009-08-13T18:40:00.000-07:00

Into my fourth week of the worst Summer cold ever!

Christy: What if I were to die?

Alex: God, not this question again...

Christy: Seriously Alex, it freaks me out to know that within a week of my demise, our entire 401k would be spent on Star Wars action figures, and the kids will be eating bacon and chocolate chip cookies for dinner!

Alex (condescendingly): ...it would take me longer than a week.

Christy: Knock it off. I mean it!

Alex: Okay...for one, you are not going to die, but say you were hit by a bus, we would get by...it wouldn't be easy, but we'd survive.

Christy: Oh my God, my chest hurts!!!

Alex (calmly): You're fine. You're just having a bad reaction to the medicine. Just relax.

Christy (frantically): Now, it's radiating down my left arm!!!

Alex: ...or you're having an anxiety attack. Chill out.

Christy (in disbelief): I cannot believe you are patronizing my heart attack!!!

Alex: You are not having a heart attack!

Christy: How do you know!?

Alex (exasperated): ...because you're still alive...

Christy: Too bad for you, since I am apparently expendable.

Long night...yep, long night.

Introduction

2009-08-09T16:14:00.000-07:00

I've never written just to write. It has always been a forced practice, accompanied by a grade of some sort...so here goes.

To understand where my ideas and/or thoughts are coming from, I suppose it is necessary to know a bit about me. I was raised in an ordinary home that consisted of a mother, father, and sister. No abuse, I was never molested, just an average kid that collected Barbies, went to school, and played with my friends. I had the luxury and misfortune to grow into the ever popular maudlin teenager, accompanied by the usual stereotypical superiority complex and antisocial behavior. I was yummy to be around, I'm sure...

My 20's came with a painful eye-opener. There were people (many people) that were smarter than me. Regardless, I was drawn to art and literature. I deftly feigned understanding and appreciation of modern dance and experimental music performances. I attended art openings and wore lots of black (how original...). I went to school and changed my major (over and over...), but did emerge with a few diplomas to call my own. Somewhere in the tumult of being way too groovy, I met Alex. I think I was around 22, and so was he. Alex was a super nice guy that liked computers...definitely NOT my type. We married at 30.

The self indulgent "artistic" lifestyle of my 20's evolved into apathy for a lackluster career in my 30's. Reality hit when my mother died. I was 35, and it was time to grow up, to become a wife. We bought the smallest condominium in the western hemisphere and both worked to support it. At 37 everything changed...two pink lines clearly appeared on the dipstick, and after a half dozen confirmation tests, there was no denying it, I was pregnant.

Matthew was born when I was 38. It was a busy day. Not only did I have to give birth, but I also had to pack up my comfortably overused self absorbed dramatic baggage and seal it in long term storage. Some might argue that I may have neglected to pack it all away...it's my blog, so I say they are wrong (Alex).

Moving right along...as the baby grew, the tiny condo shrunk, and the "alternative" downtown neighborhood began to lose its appeal. It was time to move, and where better than the suburbs. Oh yes, we sold the condo and moved to a place where I could quit working and become a "stay at home mom," a term that quickly chafed like sand in my underwear. Nonetheless, I became pregnant again, this time, at 41...surprise!!!! Recreational sex after 40? With a monogamous partner of 20 years? So it seems...Daniel was born right before I turned 42.

And here begins my writings...a newly domesticated 42 year old with two small children...I'd write more, but Daniel is crying...

Embracing the Mundane (the brief writings of a 44 year old mom)

long night

Introduction