Step 1: Out with the old, in with the..
Next week, it’s time to delete shit…like everything. (Crazy face)
New Blog Update
I will be pushing back my new blog update to Jan 2014. To make this new change just right and attain the new start I’m looking for, I need to plan this out a little longer and give myself more time. I’m excited for what is to come and I want this new start/blog to be something meaningful, personal and REAL; along with informative and entertaining. I’m super anxious and nervous but I’m hopeful.
No Filter Parents
- Me: (Bursts out randomly with the "Trojan Man" jingle.) I don't know why that just popped into my head.
- My Mom: 'Cause you're thinking about condoms, maybe?
- Me: Nope, not really.
- My Dad: Maybe you want some condoms.
- Me: I just want a nap.
- My Mom: A sex nap?
- Me: What?
- My Mom: Nothing.
Thinking about deleting this tumblr and starting over fresh.
Some of my insights and interests are still the same when I started but not everything and I’m realizing that I want to be able to connect with more people with similar lifestyles. People who understand or even ppl who want to understand.
I’m probably not supposed to say this..
But I need to be honest.
I love my son. Very much. I don’t yearn for my old life anymore. I have accepted that it’s gone and it is all about family life now. But honestly, I’m looking forward to the future. I’m looking forward to when Dylan is on his way to college or moving out and starting a life if his own.
I don’t like being a mom. I love my baby. He’s crazy and funny, handsome and bright. But I do not like motherhood. The crying, screaming, baby bags everywhere we go and all that jazz. It is a beautiful experience for some and we have beautiful moments with Dylan each day. But I know that I’m not one of those women who gush about their kids and how great it is to be a mom.
I’m being honest. Brutally.
Kids are great, but I’m not that open to having anymore. I am content with my son and my nephew. When my friends have children of their own, then I’ll just claim them too. But there’s nothing like other children going home with their parents and there is nothing like waking up to NO ONE screaming from a crib.
My mood depends on how good my hair looks