Inspiration

Ok Bloggy Bloggersons,
Confession time.

The house, at present, resembles a casualty of a tragic natural disaster. I have broken my 2 year old's spirit when i denied her request for me to babysit her baby alive doll. I am gnawing on my bottom lip in an attempt to resist the remnants of last night's Pinot Grigio as it is just 1:30. And I regret the last hour I have spent preparing my daughter with juice and snack and entertainment so that I may have a few moments to myself. It is an unheard-of sunny, 82 degree day in April and all I want to do is sit in this sticky kitchen and write to you. Because I've been inspired.

Moms, you remember inspiration - it was that thing that kept you up at night before a crying baby did. The passion that said it was ok to pair a belt and a blouse before Donna Karen confirmed it. It was the " me" I, for one, have been missing since motherhood. Confession #46 or whatever: I now realize that perhaps it was not my husband or adoring children holding me back. Maybe it was just me letting these excuses get in the way.

My inspiration came in the form of good old fashioned jealousy. My darling friend, you know who you are, and if you can do it, why can't I? Thank you for unwittingly challenging me to be ... "me."