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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

My name is not Mommy and how the hell did I get here?

It wasn't long ago that I was just a thirty-something year old with a 9yr old son, living in a small apartment, across the street from my mother. I was happily single, with my two best friends living right next door to me. I went out every weekend and a few times during the week (one of the perks of living so close to mom), on the downside, I only dated guys with white cars, so my mom would think I was only dating one guy at a time. I was SO good at being single, I was almost a professional! (but that my friends, is for another post)

So, I was a professional, single girl, with no dreams for the future, then........HE pulled up, in his crappy, 1980's, red camaro, engine revving, radio blasting, full crack down the middle of the windshield, and that was it. Next thing I know, I'm married to a guy 9 years younger than me (that is very fertile).....I realize after 3 more kids!  I live in another state, have a different last name, drive a mini-van and have no friends!

Who the hell am I? When did that crease in my face get there, I thought it was just because I was tired, but its been 2 months and it hasn't gone away! What happened to my cute body? Why don't my clothes fit anymore? Is that a grey hair? Why is there human poop on the bathroom floor! Who put the tube of toothpaste in the toilet? And why do these little people keep calling me MOMMY!