And no, this isn’t one of those “posts with a twist.” I’m really, increasingly, unashamedly jealous of these women. It’s not because many of them are still breastfeeding, or changing diapers, or even — gasp! — pregnant with another kid. (I think the vasectomy is one of my favorite inventions!)
It’s not because they seem to have very effortlessly mastered the madhouse of kids and marriage and business with a finesse that (in my opinion) took me too long to truly master. (HINT: This is a lie. I’ve YET to master this on an ongoing basis. But my hopes — and my husband’s — are still high.)
Nope, I’m jealous because — at 9, 11 and 13 — my kids have formed a virtual Gestapo-like censorship committee. See this guy to the left? He’s my youngest, and — to date — the LEAST concerned about what I post online. The girls? Well, they’re dabbling with creating their own online identities… and have become HYPER-sensitive regarding stories, pictures, and more.
Forget government-created censorship. I have my own censorship police. And they are becoming increasingly unreasonable. So, they’ll hate this next sentence. I’m going to start blogging ever more frequently and openly about this messy — but beautiful — intersection of business and family. How I make it work… what I do when it doesn’t…. what crazy days look like…. and (maybe) what I really look like on crazy days. =) After all, these kids were what inspired me to become a corporate drop out. They inspired my success.
To all of those Mommy bloggers I’m envious of: soon… you’ll know my pain…. Soon. =) =) ( And, of course, thanks for YOUR inspiration!)
