All about me
I’m apparently that mom – the one that swore several things would or would not happen after I became a mom. I’d stay in the same shape I was in before I had kids. I’d never stop wearing, or adding to, my closet full of dry clean only, size small Banana Republic and J Crew clothes. I would always have perfectly pedicured toes. And, most importantly, I wouldn’t even dream of responding, “I’m a mom” when asked to describe myself.
And while being a mom is a huge part of who I am – the part that changed me in ways nothing else could, that made me get in touch with an inner soft side (one that could actually cry!), the part that suddenly realized what true, unconditional love actually feels like – it’s not all that I am.
There’s more to me, even if it’s far less adorable than my kids.
I’m a law school graduate. Yes, many years ago, I spent three years working hard for a piece of paper, worth a lot of money, that I have no intention of using. I’m going to frame it. When and if I find it.
I’m a reformed Type A person. And by reformed, I mean I no longer lose sleep over every last thing that I can’t control. I only lose sleep over half the things I can’t control.
I’m a freelance writer, blogger and copyeditor turned editor. I love writing. My mom once told me my writing was “verbose.” I know that’s a nice way of saying that I have verbal vomit, even if she still insists to this day that’s not what she meant. Well, getting paid to write in a mildly intelligent manner in some places and to blather in others is awesome.
I accepted a job offer from one of my favorite clients and now I’m an editor. I miss all of the writing, but I love what I do. Very much.
I don’t write formally on my blog. I swear occasionally. I use run-on sentences and inappropriate punctuation when I want to. See? I even end sentences in prepositions. I often fail to spell check.
I’m a good friend – a really good friend – and a nice person. I can say that about myself because it’s true. I’m extremely sarcastic and have a smart mouth on occasion…or when necessary. Sometimes, it’s necessary. And yes, it’s possible to be kind and snarky. I also know this because I am both.
I love the beach and the ocean. I don’t surf. Or run. Or lay out. (You’re welcome for the last one, because laying out usually requires a bikini.) But I love the the beach and ocean.
Taking really long walks makes me happy. I’ll sell either my soul or my body, depending on the day, for a good glass of wine and piece of chocolate. These days, I’d get more for my soul. Sleep deprivation hasn’t been kind to my waistline. Or my hips.
I’m very close to my family. My parents and my little-but-way bigger-brother are incredibly important to me, even though we live in different states, something I never envisioned when I thought of my adult-life-with-kids. We all lived within 15 miles of each other until 2009. A bad economy, but new opportunities, can force moves. I cried when I found out we had to move to another state for my husband’s job. I don’t cry much.
I love where we live now. Funny how that stuff works out.
(But I miss “home.” A lot.)
I’ve been married to my best friend for over 11 years. He’s laid back, extremely sarcastic, funny, thoughtful, sensitive, patient and impatient at the same time, hard working, intelligent and a great dad. And he’s a dude. So that sums up the other parts of him and eliminates the need for another list of descriptors, right?
We get along really well. And we argue sometimes. We have a really good marriage. I subscribe to my mom’s philosophy: if there’s never any disagreement in a relationship, then one person is pretty much unnecessary.
My husband is eight years older than me. We were married a few months before I could legally drink. It was sadly thrilling when I was served champagne on the flight to our honeymoon destination, which was an entire 60 minute flight away. You can’t go on a long honeymoon when you’re a sophomore in college and have class to attend.
My parents panicked when I got engaged at 19. They thought I’d drop out of college, get pregnant and skip out on my grad school plans. Funny how easily people who know you so well can forget all those things they’ve known about you for your entire life. My husband and my dad are as close as can be and my mom is like his mom. It didn’t take long for that to happen.
I’ve been blogging for 4.5 years. This blog began as an adoption blog and turned into a diary of our lives. If you’re interested in the real life parts of adopting kids, in addition to the cupcake and rainbow parts, and you have a year some free time, it’s all there.
I love comments and I love getting to know people. I’ve formed some incredible, deep life-long friendships as a result of blogging. If we don’t know each other, let’s get to know each other!
If I do know you, don’t be creepy and read all about my life without saying something. ‘Cause that’s just weird. And nobody likes a weirdo.
Back to the mom part. I have two amazing children. Want to read more about them, how we became a family or learn how I named this blog? Click on over to their page. After all, this page is all about me.