Taking Back my Blog.

As I type this, a miracle is occurring in my household.  Both of my children are in their rooms, fast asleep, in the middle of the day, at the same time.  My house is relatively clean.  Dinner is cooking. I've been to the gym. I've showered. I've sipped a latte in peace. I've even folded a basket of laundry... that NEVER happens.  I feel like one of those imaginary moms right now. You know... the ones that have it all together.    

Soon enough, the baby will wake up, cry and wake up the toddler. My normal chaos will resume and I'll feel a strange sense of relief.  The silence is wonderful for all of 5 minutes before boredom overcomes me.

My life has become so loud, so messy, so busy, that I no longer know what to do with my down time.  What did I used to do to pass the time?  I think that I read books at one time. I vaguely recall spending hours on the couch consumed by box series of television shows. Oh, and I used to write a blog. I used to sit down at my computer and write whatever came to mind.  Something always did.  There was no blank staring at a screen at a loss of things to say. There were no tiny people begging for Cheerios or making a mad dash for the dog dish.  I could describe even the most boring of events in great detail by adding a few extra adjectives. 

People read my blog.  I had followers who waited for my next post.  One day someone in the cabin crew lounge asked me if I wrote a blog, and after establishing that I was in fact the person who chronicled my work layovers, she congratulated me on my engagement that she'd just read about.  A few weeks later a fellow crew member told me that her mother read my blog and told her that maybe one day she'd work with me.   People told me that I entertained them, and occasionally even inspired them.  I miss that.  I miss writing this blog that people... sometimes people that I've never even met,  read for reasons that I've never understood.  

Being a mother comes with a great deal of sacrifice, and for the last 2 1/2 years I've sacrificed what I now realize was one of my biggest hobbies.  I've held off writing posts because my life lacks the travel adventures that it once consisted of, and nobody wants to read about my daily life with two kids.  I've written about weekend trips and vacations and thrown in a ton of photos to maintain interest.  But in all honesty, I started this blog for myself and the fact that other people enjoyed reading it was just a nice bonus.  I'm taking back my hobby, and whether you care to read about my life as a stay at home mom or not, I'll be writing about it.  

It might take days to publish one post written over the span of multiple naps, and I might never have a chance to proofread, but this is something that I enjoy doing and that I've missed. 

Life as I currently know it is certainly different than it used to be, but this chapter is pretty thrilling to me too.  My baby took her first steps this week, and the smile on my face was even bigger than it was the first time that I strolled under the Eiffel Tower with Nutella crepes in hand.  My 2 year old said "Love you mama." at bed time and I wouldn't trade that moment for sitting in the flight deck on approach to Hong Kong.  This is my life, this is what makes me happy, and I want to write about it... So write about it I will!