Happy New Year! As I begin to write this, its 1:27am on January 2, 2018. But I haven’t been to sleep yet, so in my mind it is still the first day of 2018.
It seems like forever since I sat up late at night and typed away click click click on my keyboard. Put my feelings to “paper”. Shared my thoughts and my feelings anywhere. And I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately.
I LOVE to write. Writing was my release for a while. And just as quickly as I started I stopped.
The good news is it was for good reason, instead of writing about what I wanted or missed out on having, I was out there getting it. As of today, January 2, 2018 I have been married for 22 months. And at least 1000 times a day over the course of the past almost 3 years I have wanted to stop and write about what was going on in my life. The funny, the mundane, well let’s be honest, there was no mundane, but there was the sad, the enjoyable and the enlightening. I chose to live life and not worry about sharing it publicly.
And now, tonight, I realized that back then I was alone so much in my own head that I constantly had thoughts I wanted to get out of my head and put on paper. I constantly felt things I needed to explore with words. But now, there is so much noise (SO MUCH NOISE) around me that I rarely have time to think much less ponder how I got here. Instead I make lists of things I need to get done.
But I miss writing. I miss feeling things the way you do when you write. I made myself a promise in July on my birthday that “this year I would write more”. It’s been almost 6 months and for one reason or another something keeps stopping me. But 2018 is about me. About me getting back to being me and doing the things that make me tick. About me getting healthy inside and out. And one of the things that makes me feel better is writing.
So here I am.
I don’t even know where to begin. On one hand I feel like I should bring you all up to date on my life. On almost 3 years of my life. But on the other hand, likely if you’re reading this you know me and you’ve followed along enough of Facebook to have an idea.
Here’s the brief version. HA!
In January of 2015 I embarked on my new adventure with a new nanny family. (This week will be 3 years I am with them!) Much more on that to come, but I am very, very lucky in the job department. And this year is 10 years I have worked as a full-time nanny. That blows my mind. I spent 11 years in radio and advertising so next year I’ll have spent an even number of years in each of my professions. DAMN I AM OLD! I used to think that people who could say things like that were like middle-aged moms! Oh right, I AM a middle aged mom now.
After 4 awesome months really enjoying life, I went on a blind date. THE blind date. The only blind date that will ever matter. I met my now husband. I promise to get back to stories about our meeting, dating and our engagement (spoiler alert: that does not paint me in the best light, but might be the funniest shit that could ever actually happen in real and did, to me! Of course!)
We had a whirlwind romance (that sounds MUCH fancier than it was!) but we had fun. And at 40 years old and almost 45 years old we both had dated enough to know that we were meant for one another. After 3 ½ months of dating, my now husband planned an elaborate and very public engagement the night after my 40th birthday. Spoiler alert: I said yes.
We immediately began planning a wedding for February 2016.
See, who had time to write?? I was VERY busy LIVING life-like something out of a fairytale! And I knew it at the time which I think makes it even more special.
I can’t lie, writing this stuff down reliving some of the most exciting days of my life is probably the best therapy anyone could ever have.
Ok, so here’s the timeline……
In Fall of 2015 we began to plan for our living situation. We ended up having my then fiancé move in with me. We both rent but my place was nicer (and had central heat & a/c, and a balcony).
On October 31st we dropped off the keys and the garage clicker to his solo apartment and we were officially cohabitating.
On November 23rd I took a pregnancy test and found out that I was, in fact pregnant. (THE BEST SURPRISE ever!! And an amazing story that you’ll get more details than I’m sure you’ll ever want!) They tell you not to rush to the Dr so I waited until December 8th when I could get an appointment. Some thought I was going to the Dr too early, but when I think about it in hindsight I was in such a blur those 2-weeks that I HAD TO go to see if this was all for real.
On December 8th I found out that I was not only pregnant, but I was 13 weeks pregnant. And the baby was healthy and waving in fact. I WAS STUNNED. WE WERE STUNNED. And scared. Spoiler alert: everything was perfect.
On February 20, 2016, we were married in a perfect wedding with just family and close friends there.
IT WAS A WHIRLWIND!!!
When I sit here writing about it now, it seems like a lifetime ago. WHICH IT IS!!! But I remember every detail and am so excited to document it and share it. There are so many very funny experiences we have had that only my husband and I could have gotten ourselves into.
Just 4 months after getting married, on June 14, 2016, I gave birth to our beautiful, healthy, full term almost 9 lb baby girl. She is perfect. I want to share everything……I promise, I will catch up!
Luckily life is so boring and mundane these days, other than a toddler tantrum at Petco because I wont let her have a doggie cookie or the fact that your toddler will only eat with a fork and will repeat the word fork 500 times in a row, except fork sounds like fuck and this is my life now!
We have known each other less than 3 years. We aren’t quite married 2 years yet. Our baby is 18 months old. We have moved 2 times already……and I have everything I ever dreamt of.
Our lives are an ugly, colorful, fun, sticky, loud and glorious mess! I have a supportive, loving husband who will go along with almost anything I suggest. Not without a protest though. And my toddler who suddenly understands the art of negotiating! Some days, I swear to god I can’t imagine this is what 42 looks like! I still feel like a teenager. I look around for that adultier adult like the meme says, and I AM THAT ADULTIER adult! So I stopped counting the years, and instead decided to LIVE them. And amazingly enough, I am a lot happier. ❤ ❤