To the goodly people who read Trips Ahoy,
I don’t know if you noticed, but this blog is full of me griping about how hard everything is. So annoying. The truth is; it’s just more entertaining to make fun of the dark side of parenting instead of focusing on the stupid bright side from time to time.
Part of that bright side—in addition to all the adorable guys I get to live with and use as fodder for mockery—is you. This blog, as inconsistent as it is in so many ways, has been a much-needed outlet for me during two extremely difficult years. Kids take over so much of your life that sometimes it feels like your whole identity has been jettisoned and you’re now just a set of appendages with a mouth that only shouts, “No!”
Along with all the joy that comes with having a baby (or three) comes the mourning over the loss of who you were before. At least that’s true for me. So the few hours late at night that I spend up in bed, typing out all my ridiculous thoughts, have allowed me to reclaim a space in my life that’s just for me. It has made me a lot happier, which in turn has made it easier for to survive the exhaustion and the monotony of triplet toddlerdom, and easier to enjoy all the fun parts, too. I think it has really saved my ass, and that is not a joke.
I can’t even express how much it means that you read my blog and “like” my posts and leave such kind and encouraging comments. The fact that you are taking a moment out of your own busy life to make me feel like more than just a bedraggled mom has a ripple effect that extends out to Matt, and Jem and Bran and Finn and beyond. You don’t even know.
I’ve been in the writing business for 13 years now, but this blog is the first time I’ve written for myself. I know I am still working out the kinks. I know I post totally unpolished, unfunny stuff that is cringe-inducing. But it’s part of the process and I’m working on getting better and improving my dud-to-zinger ratio.
Thank you for bearing with me this far. I’m making a promise to you and me to write more, write better and eventually become the best writer in the entire universe! Or, at the minimum, someone who you really enjoy reading.
Big hugs. Now back to the sarcasm!