For nearly 8 years, I was a newspaper journalist covering everything from the cop beat to city council to soft news stories. Then one day I got married and I realized that I knew more police dispatchers than I did reporters who had successful marriages and families. Most had been divorced at least once, and plenty lived alone with a cat. Needless to say, that's not how I wanted to end up.
So I went back to school, thinking I'd teach journalism instead. It'd still be what I loved, but instead of working 14 hours on my day off, I could come home at a reasonable hour like 6.
Then I had a kid.
Suddenly, I became that girl I used to laugh at. It wasn't without some serious soul searching and lots and lots of crying that I decided to give up on the old dreams, but the bottom line was that I hated being away from my family. I hated not seeing W, and I hated leaving Little Miss with the nanny even more. So I quit, cut our income in half, and moved our family to a tiny, clean apartment in a tiny, dirty town, and became a full time mom.
I write because it makes me happy--my one small but concrete link back to myself when I'm feeling a bit swallowed up by motherhood. Hopefully it makes you happy, too. So, for as long as it stays fun and readers still want to read, I'll keep documenting the many everyday adventures of a career driven woman in a diaper genie world.
