There are those of us out there that are divided so thin between our duties as a mother, wife, friend, daughter, co-worker, neighbor, and on and on that we have forgotten who we are.  I think that most women get to that point that they realize that they are essentially trying to be “everything to everyone.”  Do you find yourself as I do, putting the kids in the bath tub and sitting on the potty with the lid closed for some “relaxation time?”  Not the picture of a spa is it?  But I think that there are many women out there like me that have become so wrapped up that they have lost something very important – themselves.  I can see myself doing it everyday, but I do not want to take anything away from my children – I want them to know beyond anything else that they are completely and whole-heartedly loved, cared for, and wanted.  I had my two children full well knowing that it would be a demanding adventure.  But why can’t I be true to my children and myself?  How come I can’t find that happy medium? 

As you read this story, you may assume that I am a single mother, but I am the opposite.  I have a loving, caring husband that adores our children.  Unfortunately, he works excessively to keep our family financially stable.  I should say fortunately since in this economy have a good job that pays well is hard to come by.  I work 4 days a week as well, but he works 50 hours or more a week, not to mention in the spring and fall he works 7 days a week 12 hour days.  He has little time at home, so what time he does spend with the kids, he wants to make it fun, not menial and boring.

So, I do the best I can to keep up with 4-H and doctors appointments and school work and immunizations and on and on.  I just wish that I could figure out where I can squeeze in some time for myself where I can enjoy quiet time that doesn’t involve relaxing sitting on a porcelain throne.

I would like to share my adventures with you as I plunge through my motherhood experiences.  I have many stories to tell including, my experience as a new mother with postpartum depression, realizing that my daughter has ADD, and raising a full-blown red-headed BOY that has more energy than the Harlem Globetrotters.