Ok, so now I'm officially a member of the blogging community. How neat! And to think I got here thanks to LazyTown. That's a tortuous route I won't go over with you. And now I've got stage fright. This is going to be read by HOW MANY PEOPLE???? (probably none, actually. I feel better now.)
Specifics:
the name says it all. I'm the 'mom' in this household of 3 kids (7, almost 5, and almost 2), 2 cats, 1 guinea pig & 'HIM', the all great and almighty 'HUSBAND', otherwise known as the breadwinner of the house, though not necessarily the one who wears the pants. Actually, life for me isn't all that bad. It's just not what I envisioned for myself 15 years ago while still in college with unlimited vistas for my future.

What a 'never saw this one coming' life. I thought I would be a famous medical researcher who would discover the cure for cancer, or a professional musician, or a great psychologist, or almost anything else but a 'mother & homemaker'. I guess it's why I never became any of them; I had too many options & couldn't decide, which makes it pretty hard to graduate with a Bachelor's in nothing. Well, that and not having enough money to pay for rent without working 30+ hours a week on top of the full time college schedule. But that's water under the bridge. The road not taken...

But enough self-flogging, oh whoops, I mean Blogging! Ha ha ha.

I just told my husband that I'm officially a blogger. He was pretty impressed, but didn't understand the mechanics of it. I don't really myself yet either. Only time will tell. That's a great song by Asia, BTW. I'm not as hip on the abbreviations as most, but I guess that will come with practice and experience, as does anything, right?

So the newest gizmo for kids on the brain sucker is some kind of car that chases after a line drawn on a mat with a special pen. Didn't they have something like that years and years ago? The concept seems familiar.

My day is spent with 2 little boys who watch Nick Jr. & PBSKids & Noggin every day. I'm trying to now turn the tv off during the day a few hours. Which is fine and what I should do, except then my time is spent breaking up their fights and rescuing them from somewhat hazardous situations instead of TRYING to keep the house reasonably neat & making meals for them and getting some time to do what I really like to do once in a while. Six one way, half-a-dozen the other.

Well, dishes are singing their siren song. Later.
Wow, I just remembered that this is a very important and tragic day for my husband and his family. Will have to get in touch with some of them.