So, welcome to my new little corner of the web… I decided to write my own blog after years of enjoying the journals of Catherine Newman on babycenter.com. She just left that and now has a new blog here, where she promises to eventually use the “f” word. I can hardly wait, although much like a silent “e” I have heard her silent “f” word in between some of her posts, anyway. Enough about the delightful Catherine Newman. She already has a bunch of webspace. This one’s mine.

I live with my husband and two children (Noise, 2 and F?unk, 6 months) in Kansas. We have a pretty normal life, which is to say that it is completely bizarre in the most mundane way. We live the same groundhog day existence that most of middle America enjoys– working full time, squeezing in as much “quality time” in the waking hours before the brushing of teeth and bedtime. We do laundry. He keeps putting my bras in the dryer. I nag him incessantly about the trash, slamming the toilet seat, working too much, etc. We are Democrats, but only until we get our bank statement.

I haven’t decided if I will tell anyone in my family or friends that I am blogging now. Then I won’t be able to vent about them. I won’t be able to paint myself with the purely angelic brush I no doubt deserve. I’d like to think that I could be fair, but maybe this space is my “thinking chair,” much like the place we send my son to when he needs “time to think” after a troublesome bout of bad behavior. Maybe he’s really just sitting there considering all the ways he’s right, the same way I sometimes do when I retreat to my room. Maybe that’s this space. A voice for my head. Who knows?

I don’t know how honest I get to be. You’re sure to find this out, anyway, but my husband is an elected official. This tends to keep me in check to a certain extent. To know me, you should know that I am kept awake at night by a stack of laminate flooring waiting to be laid since November 2oo5. I am never content. I am generally a nice person, but sometimes a bit of a bossypants. I am too smart for my own good or anyone’s happiness.

On second thought, maybe keeping a blog is a bad idea…

I might be back. I might not.