It's 5am and I'm sitting in a dark living room, wondering "how in the hell did I end up here?" By "here" I don't mean the living room. I know how I ended up in the living room. I mean, how the hell did I end up here...in my life? How did I go from party girl extreme, to mother of 3.5, living in South Dakota, cleaning up vomit at 5am? Funny how life changes mold our lives. Equally funny how I sit up at an ungodly hour thinking about it.
Little back story: Born in Minnesota. Raised in NW Ohio. Moved to Indianapolis when I was 18. There, I became quite the care free party girl. Worked in strip clubs. Drank all night. Experimented with um, we'll call them "extracuricular activities". All in all, it was a pretty good life for an early 20 something, albeit a bit extreme. But hey, everyone needs some extreme in their life right? Right. At least that's what I tell myself. Meet my now exhusband. Have 2 children, get divorced. As all good Americans, eh? Yeah, that's what I tell myself too. Meet the new "Mr. Right". Move in, have a baby. Decide this relationship isn't what it's cracked up to be either, and get the hell out.
Pack up 3 kids, a trunk full of cloth diapers and a few pairs of clothes, and head of the hills. (Otherwise known as Minnesota.) There I search for my own way in life. Unattached to a man for the first time in I couldn't tell you how long, I face being a single mom in Podunk, USA. Lemme tell you, it SUCKS. Worked for a month in a gas station then took a job as a correctional officer in a men's prison. FUN! WOOOOOOOO! UGH! Meet my current husband, get married (a year later) and move to South Dakota. Here I have a hodgepodge of jobs and have a short stint on two roller derby teams, until I hurt my back and retire. Then, my new husband dutifully knocks me up about 4 months after our 2 year anniversary.
I resign to being a stay at home mom after morning sickness and exhaustion consume my (very few) every waking moments. I take a job doing social networking for a local natural parenting shop, and knit my way into a few extra bucks. I also decide to make a dream come true and start towards becoming a DONA certified doula. Look it up, I'm not linking. It's 5:30 am.
So anyway, this morning (I hate to even acknowledge it as morning already) I am awoken by my beautiful, spunky daughter, who cheerfully informs me "I just puked in my bed". Awesome! Get her situated on the couch, strip her bed, and cozy up in the recliner waiting for her to fall back asleep so I can go back to slumber myself. Even though the other bazillion kids in my house will be up soon. (I'm babysitting, I don't have a bazillion kids, as I mentioned earlier.) Which leads me to this insane thought process.
I'm pretty sure she's asleep now, so I'm going to attempt to catch some more zzz's before my day starts all over again. Later.
I have had kid-pukin-in-bed fun myself. And, of course, it ain't :)
ReplyDeleteLove to know how the Etsy thing works out. Folks have been nagging my wife to do that for years. She makes some astounding sweaters and jewelry. But as you said in your PSA, it ain't cheap. It'll be interesting to see how many folks wanna pay for handcrafted, unique (that's probably redundant) items.