I actually wanted to call this blog, "Confessions of a Stay-At-Home-Mom": but that was taken. I actually tried about 15 different blog titles and url's until I finally stumbled upon something that worked. I guess it's probably a good thing that what I wanted wasn't actually available, because after the fact, I looked it up, and I would have been one in a million. So yay me, I was forced to make another decision. Hmmm. Sounds a bit like a life lesson to me. Don't you just love how the little things in life can parallel something so much bigger - that we can learn big lessons from such seemingly minuscule experiences? Well, I do anyway.
Moving on! I'm a former blogger who got a bit caught up in romance and babies, and forgot about the extremely cathartic art of blogging. So yes: I went from single, to married, to mommy-hood all under two years... and what a whirlwind it's been! So while my old blog still suits me (to some degree anyway), life is a bit more... full now; and my identity has been expanded beyond "singer-girl". I have had the opportunity to lead worship since I've had my daughter which has been incredibly helpful in keeping me sane in the midst of figuring out how to be a wife and a mother: yet life is still moving a thousand miles a minute with no sign of slowing down.
So with that (re)introduction out of the way allow me to continue: Confessions. I started this with the hopes of confessing - a lot actually. Not because I don't have wonderful friends to share my crazy ups and downs with, but because again, there's something cathartic (I like that word) about immortalizing one's thoughts on paper. So with that said... I confess that tonight I ate to satiate out-of-control emotions. *GASP!* I know. We all do it at some point or another (although I'd much rather be the compulsive adrenaline-junkie who works out when they're stressed, but sadly - that's. not. me.).
It was a pitiful sight, really: because our kitchen is down to bare-bones right now, I dragged my poor, helpless, 9-month-old out in the damp cold to the local grocery store at 8pm to pick up cheese, tomato soup, ice cream, and chocolate sauce. (Can you imagine what the check-out girl was thinking? Ha!) Now, it may not sound so bad to you, but to me, I was feeling a bit pathetic. Normally, I make a "trip" out of the grocery store - I'll walk out of there easily having spent close to $100.00. This was clearly a "pity-trip": I planned to stuff my face with nothing of nutritional value, and I had no shame about it. Well, I had a little shame, but not enough to stop myself. Nevertheless, I came home, I made it all, and ate it all.
So what are these feelings that I'm trying to "feed away" you might be wondering? That is a GOOD question: one that deserves a far more detailed answer than I have the time or energy for right now. Besides, it's a great segue to my next topic! Until then...
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