The Back Story

I am a now almost 40-year-old with a husband of five years and a daughter of three. I came to this whole family adventure in a timeframe some would consider late. For many years there seemed to be some doubt- mine and others- whether I would a) find "the one" and b) have the interest to make it stick. In fact, my mom- a pretty serious Catholic- got to a point in my dating life, when my relationship with my future husband got serious, and she started saying things like "Don't worry about the order. Kids... marriage... it can all just happen how it needs to happen." The point is, I was no child bride. But the fact that I've made it this far is a testament to my husband who is really wonderful and a gem.

I spent most of my twenties figuring out who I was and how to live with that person. I liked it but it did have some drawbacks- lack of companionship, I was solely responsible for taking out the garbage, I liked vacationing with someone, going to all my friends' weddings alone was getting to be a real drag. I met my husband. He was and is pretty fantastic and perhaps the only man in the world I can live with. So, now, I've spent most of my thirties figuring out how to adjust to being a wife (and that's a whole other story- my struggles with independent ideals and some weird ingrained 1950s housewife mentality) and being a mother. I had no doubt that I wanted a child (notice the singular- more on that later) but, regardless, I looked down at the stick that said "pregnant", I looked up at my husband, burst into tears and said "What have we done?!" The next 18 years seemed liked a yawning chasm.

The last piece of the puzzle... Did I mention I own a consulting business? On a daily basis I help individuals and organizations make decisions for their lives and futures. I seem to have some kind of gift (vision? I'm not going to take full credit for it because the clarity is something that is truly intuitive/6th sense-ish). Thus, the Super Mommy moniker. It's juggling act of home, work, friends, life. Isn't there some way it can be easier? Will I be sleep deprived until I retire, when I will then have an acute case of insomnia and not sleep anyway? Some days I am on top of the world, a balanced efficiency machine. Many days (most days?) I feel like they are misadventures and I am hanging by a nail. And a not-so-manicured one at that.

So it goes, my misadventures...