Coffee Mom

A few moments ago, I sat staring blankly at the screen trying desperately to come up with a name to enter the blogging world. What really defines me as a person? What will say it all in just a few short words? What will draw readers to my site and empathize with my hectic life?  . . .

Oh FFS, it's a screen name. I'm a mom who drinks coffee. And as sad as it may seem to some, that is what defines me as a person these days.

Wait, wait, don't click away yet! I used to be really cool! I traveled with local bands. I stayed up into the early morning hours drinking coffee talking about what was wrong with humanity. I partied with "important" people. I drove around aimlessly with friends like we were in car commercial listening to very meaningful music.

Okay, so I wasn't really all that cool. I was awkward and fumbled through life after high school. And I will probably look back at my life ten years from now and feel the same way about my current self.

My life is. . . totally and completely insane. I assume, well hope, that most moms feels this way regardless of what their lives entail. I work 40-60 hours a week for people who have no respect for the job they hired me to do, 45 minutes away from my disastrous house. I have a super cool 3 year old who thinks I am rock star, but is utterly exhausting to take care of. I am pregnant with number 2 and while I could not be happier about adding to our family, I am terrified that I won't be able to give everyone the attention they deserve. And I have a husband that I love dearly, but makes my life way more complicated than it needs to be.

So now I travel to conventions to mingle with people I don't like. Stay up into the early morning hours doing laundry while working on requested reports that no one will ever read. I party with my 3 year old to Yo Gaba Gaba. And drive purposefully to work listening to talk radio.

So Coffee Mom symbolizes that I do everything for my family and must drink ridiculous amounts of coffee to accomplish this. Yes, even while pregnant.