Hmmmmm

So my last blog was in 2008. Good Lord, it's worse than I thought. My attention span, I mean. Obviously. But to hell with linear storylines...here I am today. And that's important.

My kids are Grand Slam, age 3, and Short Stack, age 2. (Yes, we all have diner nicknames - mine is Sunny Side Up and my hubby's is Burnt Toast if you must know.) I have somehow made it through 3 years of Motherhood. I realize now how uninteresting it might have become had I blogged you all the details of Motherhood so far. Let's just say, there have been a lot of bodily fluids in our household. Runny noses, tears of joy, shrieks of happiness when I got my period, Short Stacks knack for midnight vomiting....you get the pic.

So let's jump ahead to something, hopefully, a little more global.

I am, or was, or damnit still am - an artist. I have been a songwriter for 12 or so years and have been an actress nearly all my life. I teach very young children and their parents music. I make a mean Christmas cookie. I still got it. My question is - why do I think I'm lost? Am I really? I'm strictly speaking about being an artist here - I think I've proven at least to myself that I kick ass at being a Mom. No one can change a 12 wipe diap like me. And do other Mothers feel like they have fallen into a swirling black hole only they can see? Or is it just Mothers who happen to be artists as well?

I want to seek you out...all you Mothers foggy or no. For all I know I am the only one that fell down the rabbit hole. I'm off to find you and get your story. If nothing else - I'll sleep better at night. Until someone wets the bed.

Signing off for now,

the mindless mommy