Wine and Sippy cups do mix.

So I've got this job. I don't know how I qualified for it and I have no clue what I am doing most of the time. I operate like the guy in "Office Space;" I space out, but to everyone else, I may look busy. Most people think that they would love my job, but I give them 2 weeks at the most before they want to quit.
You got it, I'm talking about being a SAHM (a stay at home mom). Someone, somewhere should conduct interviews for this job because it is hard. I never would have gotten past the application process, I am simply too lazy for all of it. So it would be prudent to say that I do love my children, but there are days that I think I may scream if I have to pour one more sippy cup of juice.
For now, I am stuck at home. I wouldn't say stuck, most of the time I enjoy it and I realize that my children will only be this little once. I guess my point is that stay at home mothers often lose a little of themselves in the pursuit of raising children. We rarely get new clothes, and if we do, it's after everyone in the house has new clothes. I get haircuts less often than my dog used to and I can't remember the last time that I went to bed without thinking about the dirty dishes, or some other mundaine chore that was left undone.
I am not complaining, however, I am just saying it would be nice to worry about office gossip or an important meeting sometimes. I know that all the working mothers probably think I am whining, especially if they would rather stay at home, but I am not.
I would never whine about staying at home. I love my children more than I ever thought possible and I would have missed so much had I gone back to work. I would have missed first steps, first words, first boo boos, and so many other things that I would never get to see again. I am so lucky that I was able to stay home.
I have two wonderful children, Joseph and Chloe. That is it. This baby maker is closed. I have always wanted two children and I was fortunate enough to get one boy and one girl. My husband "guarenteed" our foursome last year. I figured two c-sections and a gall bladder surgery was enough abdominal surgery for me. Have you ever noticed that most things are made for a family of four? Like board games, ticket packages, electronic games just to name a few. Two was our magic number and rarely to I second guess that number unless, on a particularly bad day, I second guess whether the number should have been either 1 or 0. =)
Joseph is my big kid. He turns four this month and it had kinda struck me in a way that I didn't expect. As they get older, things are supposed to get easier. Being that I am one for autonomy; I should be happy with his "kidness." He is self sufficient in so many ways. He gets himself dressed, undressed, and he even is learning to read, write, and tie his shoes. I began to realize how fast this has all been going. It feels like yesterday that I held him in my arms at the hospital and stared in wonder at this little baby that someone said I could have. Someone let me have my very own little baby. I got to grow him, feed him, dress him, snuggle him, and best of all, I got to love him. Now he doesn't even like to kiss me when I drop him off at preschool, I deserve a kiss, I grew him!! I think he's either embarrassed or he is excited to go to class. I am dreading the day when he will want me to drop him at the sidewalk, for fear his friends might know that he has a mother.
My daughter, Chloe was born 21 months after my son. (Yes, I know that I am crazy.) Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine having a little girl. I don't know why, but I always thought I was the mother of boys. She is a real joy though. I have so much fun dressing her and I look forward to someday playing Barbies with her. Chloe is 2 going on 13. She already has the teenaged girl act down, although at 2 she is a little more reserved. She hasn't told me that she "hates me" yet, but I fully expect that she will some day.
They are a lot of fun and I am sure that I will have a lot to say about them. No worries about blog topics- something is always going on in this house.
With that thought, back to the wine. The title of my blog is the truth as I see it. I have noticed that parents tend to give up on their adult ways when they have children. As a matter of fact, I was one of them. Having children does not make you a totally different person; just a busier one. Often we give up on going to concerts, R rated movies, fancy restaurants, and even an occasional bottle of wine simply because we believe that we need to devote every waking moment to our children. This is not true, balance is possible, I live a life that requires a great deal of balance. I am constantly juggling 3 or 4 balls and standing on one foot. It does not always work out perfectly, but I certainly do try. I am just glad that I realized that I was out of balance and reclaimed myself. Anyway, I am very happy in my life full of sippy cups and of course, a nice bottle of Briettenbach. I really wouldn't consider it drinking on the job, everyone deserves a break!