Sometimes I get the urge to write. To let my thoughts expand and travel into unknown areas. To open up and indulge in a little imagination. I do not know where these urges come from or for how long they will stay. At first my mind starts to wander then my fingers start to twitch and I seek out paper, turning my house upside down for just one leaf of clean crisp paper. I have to get my thoughts out or else I am quite certain that I will burst.
Who am I you might ask? I am wife, I am mom, I am me. I have the privilege to be a stay at home mom, I daily man the home front ensuring that my boys are loved, healthy, and in one piece. I have three boys under the age of three...no it was not planned and no I do not have some sort of death wish, I just love what I have.
I live in Oregon in a small town that I will not pretend to love. As not to offend any of the people that do love it that is all I will say. Occasionally I pretend I am English and will go around speaking with an English accent, my husband told me that I am not allowed to use it in public anymore as we live here, not vacation here. I personally see nothing wrong with what I do, I think it spices up the reality of being stuck here. I also pretend to love watching soccer, since it is after all a very cultured sport, however the completely honest truth is that I usually just fast forward through the game to get the final scores...I LOVE DVR!!
There are times that I forget my given name because the only thing I am referred to for 20 out of 24 hours a day is mom, and at times I hear it so much I feel myself begin to ever so slightly twitch. My husband asked me the other night if I remembered back before we had kids and I had to remind him that was only 3 years ago, of course I remember...for today at least. However amid the drool, poo, dirt, boogers, tears, and over all destruction there is a sort of peace that flows through my home, reminding me that all is well in my own little world.
