A Bad Cliche?

On my way back from dropping my son off to pre-school today (and arguing in the car over whether he could take the guinea pig home) I stopped off at Starbucks to get a coffee. As I headed out with my daughter on hip and Grande in hand, seating her into my CR-V, I caught a glimpse of myself in the coffee shop window. Oh..My...God, I've become my worst nightmare. There I stood, Starbucks in hand, Uggs on feet, child in arms, SUV in parking spot.

On my best days I feel like a young(ish) creative, tapping away on my laptop in coffee shops, having it all - the wonderful hubs, the beautiful kids, the successful business. But on my worst days... just another work from home mom with too many Uggs and not enough time.

YAY for Free-School

There are several milestones that have happened throughout my kid’s lives that have cheered my husband and me to the point of downright giddiness – whole milk? Let’s get down on our knees and praise the cows. Sleeping through the night? Goooo Ferber Method! While these events were all miraculous, near miracles that made our lives considerably easier, I had an aha moment the other day with a milestone I never expected. I dropped my three year old off at his pre-school up the road and as I walked down the halls, I realized that someday soon I would actually have "gasp" free time. (For three hours a morning,anyway.) My daughter was at home with our nanny and my son was at school – I was totally and completely ALONE. Oh my God, I could go to the bathroom ALL…BY…MYSELF! I smiled, hopped in the car and pulled into a Starbucks. Wow – no car seats. No shrugging coats on. Nothing but…me… and a steaming coffee (the third great love of my life behind hubs and the kids). I had forgotten this feeling. And there in my car, with my steaming coffee and Blackberry, I realized that life would indeed, some day, get back to being mine. Imagine….