Who Am I?
Not Super…Just Mom started as a way for me to talk about trying to conceive without driving my husband crazy. He looked at me like I’d lost my mind most of the time. And I had.
Then one day I was pregnant, and I used the blog to document the pregnancy and aftermath. And man, was there aftermath. An unnecessary cesarean that contributed to postpartum depression and anxiety, a child who didn’t sleep, a dairy allergy and reflux, weight loss woes, and trying to find the elusive balance between work, home, and motherhood and just trying to stay one step ahead of everything.
I quit my full time job as an English teacher to become a full time stay-at-home mom. But in January of 2012, I landed my dream job as a reviewer for TV Fanatic, so now I’m a work-at-home mom. Basically, I get paid to watch television and then write about it. It really is as awesome as it sounds.
The husband plays a role around here in the manner of keep-Miranda-from-going-insane-and-do-the-occasional-load-of-dishes. He tells me I’m pretty when my hair is dirty and I’m not wearing make-up. He cleans up nice, too. He also never fails to make me laugh when I need it. So I’ll keep him.
Joshua’s pretty much the most awesome kid on the planet even when he doesn’t sleep through the night and throws a tantrum the size of Texas. I mean, there’s always coffee to help me through the next day. And wine. Watching him learn and grow has been an amazing experience for me. Every time he does something new it’s proof that I’m not totally screwing him up! (uh…) Maybe he won’t need therapy after all! Hooray!
In April we welcomed Emma to the family via med-free VBAC. She’s brought ruffles! and pink! to my life and I love it. She’s also brought spit up. Lots and lots and lots of spit up. She’s probably the cutest baby on earth and I’m not just saying that because I’m her mother.
But I feel like you should know that I am not a Supermom.
At best–and worst–I’m average. We don’t do perfect here.
Sometimes I’m awesome, sometimes I’m not.
Most of the time I’m right in the middle and I’m learning to be okay with that.