Happy New Year and welcome to my blog: The Medicated Mommy. I know, how cliché to launch your first blog post on January 1. And even more cliché, to actually write “new year, new me”. But it’s true. This is my year. 2016, I’m going to make you my bitch. This endeavor has been a long time in the making and I am finally sitting down to make it a reality. I have been pent up and repressed (in so many ways) for too long and this blog will be my release. My space. My safe place to write honestly about anything and everything I feel like writing about. No topic is off limits. It’s so safe that I won’t even be giving my husband the address (for now). Duh, I need to be able to write about him too! I hope you’ll come along for the ride.
A little bit of background. As the About Me page states in fewer words, I’m a 34 year-old wife and stay at home mom to an adorable and intelligent, yet bossy, strong-willed, energizer bunny-type toddler. I should also mention I’ve been married for 7 years, but with my husband for 12 and things do get monotonous as I’m sure you all know.
I’m Northern and my heart belongs to New York City, but I’ve been living in the South for quite some time and guess what: It’s booooring! And slow and did I mention that I’m booooored? And people settle for good enough and I want amazing. Oh and there is no Soul Cycle. I just want to live near a Soul Cycle. I’m in Soul Cycle denial. I have the app on my phone and wear all their gear (which I obviously have to order online), even though the closest one requires getting on an airplane. Is that too much to ask for?
But I will say three nice things about the South. 1. My nanny. She is fabulous, loves my son to pieces, and I would fall to pieces without her. If she wasn’t mine, I would probably poach her. 2. Private school. It’s way cheaper and I don’t have to write essays to get my kid into any of them. And no-one needs to write letters either. 3. Pimento cheese. I didn’t even know it existed until I moved south. I could eat pimento cheese on everything. And restaurants put it on everything. (Maybe this isn’t really a good thing).
Also, I’m realizing like so many of us stay at home moms do, that after almost three years of being a mom, I need more. What am I passionate about? What’s my identity apart from being a mom and a wife? What excites me? I didn’t love any of my career choices prior to having my son and then I had my son and whoa boom – Post Partum Depression. I will blog a lot more about that as time goes on but for now what you need to know is this: when I got better and better and even better, I learned to be me and me is okay and good enough. I don’t apologize for who I am as a woman, wife, mom, friend, and now writer. I own it and now I’m sharing.
So one therapist, two anti-depressant prescriptions, hours of analyzing, tons of text messages venting to girlfriends, and lots of inner monologues later, I’m finally ready to write, which is what I think I’ve wanted to do all along. I just have better material now.
I should also make it clear that I’m blogging for me. Yes, I hope that others relate to my stories, learn to find some humor in all the craziness of our lives, even find a sense of community here; but this is my place to write my truth, no matter how ugly it might be. Marriage and mommyhood are bitches even on the good days and I’m not going to pretend or sugarcoat any of it. So stay tuned because it’s going to be a bumpy, emotional, laugh out loud, hot mess, train-wreck, sometimes offensive, sometimes hold hands and sing Kumbaya, in your-face kind of ride. Buckle up!