And then the next thing you know, WOOSH. They’re graduating from college and you’re out your retirement fund.
I should really be calling this post a placeholder. It’s holding the place for a lot of things I need to tell you about. Like, the fact that the boys turned 9 months old. And then, about 15 minutes after we ordered their 9 month old commemorative plates and matching cup set, they turned 10 months old. And then they had their first Thanksgiving and their first bath in the big bath tub together. And then I cried because they are too adorable and too sweet to believe and I’m still not home with them every day like I should be and I know, and you know, kindergarten is right around the corner and what then? What THEN?
I know there are women out there who are okay with being working mothers. I salute them. I’m just not one of them. Meaning, I am a working mother. In fact, I am the sole provider working mother right now. But I’m not okay with it, other than the fact that it is what is and I have to be okay, in the most general of terms.
I also have to tell you about the band. Oh lord, the band. That’d be my band, whose name shall not be mentioned here because I’m having interweb crossover identity issues. I went back into private practice a few months ago (I’m an LCSW therapist type for kids, yo) and I just do not want people I work with finding this blog. We’re playing in 26 days (crap pants here) and this is the first time we’ve played in 8 years, almost to the day.
Before I became a mom, and before I became a therapist, I was a musician. I was very serious about it. I never had the kind of financial or commercial success I’d hoped for, but I did make all kinds of music with all sorts of fantastic people and it made my life better. And now I’m doing it again and it feels so strange and familiar and like I’m traveling back in time but yet not. Like straddling two decades when your straddler is a little out of alignment.
And that’s just the good stuff, but that’s what I’m trying to fill my head with these days. And yours too.
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Oh gosh, they are so handsome. how did they enjoy their big boys bath?
it’s awesome that you are doing the band thing again. you need to keep in touch with yourself & your passions & this is a great way to do it
Your boys are adorable. And I feel your pain about the working thing — I’ve been in the exact same spot before. (My boys are 11,13 and 16 and I still wish I could work just part time so that I could be the parent volunteer for trips, keep the house cleaner, etc.) I think it’s perfect that you’re resurrecting a little part of your old self via the band. You go girl!
Hi Myg! First, I feel you 100% about working. I am at home w the 3 little terror suspects and we are BROKITY BROKE as a result. Second, thank you SO MUCH for linking to Rants from Mommyland. We are really new at this blogging thing and appreciate you reading ours very, very much. Third, your boys are SOFA KING CUTE. Want to smoosh.
Snark on, Myg.
Lydia