Well, hello there, lovely readers! Are you still there? Or have these nine long and excruciating days of silence forced you to let go of any hope of my return?
No. Not pregnant.
I want to be.
Yes. You read that right. I am totally insane.
As if we have found any modicum of balance within our family of four.
Mother Nature seems to be a sinister soul with her spell of procreation, doesn’t she? Hypnotizing away any amount of common sense, erasing all memories of maternal nervous breakdowns.
But before you hold your breath for the next 28 days, anxiously awaiting a Wordless Wednesday picture of a double pink line, this is not something that is in the works any time soon. Just because I want something (notice I didn’t say we…one of the adults in this family has not been bamboozled by a recent cessation of lactation hormones) doesn’t mean that I’m going to get it. It is all contingent on finding ourselves in a place of stability. A place where money flows freely, our time is ample, and our worries of affordable health care, college tuition and adequate retirement funds are but a thing of the past.
Journey with me, if you will, to the 1970’s for a moment…
A decade in which my parents purchased a seven bedroom Victorian home amidst excellent public schools for $20,000, began building their family of seven, and supported it with ease (ish) on a single Public Teaching salary, allowing my mother to exercise her choice to stay home, and my father the ability to co-parent with her after 3:45 pm during the school year, and all day, everyday during the summer months.
But, alas, no matter how many times I use my favorite Instagram App filter, we are most certainly not in the 70’s. So until pigs grow wings and fly this family of four to a groovier time, a family of four it shall remain.
But, by my calculations, we have a good four or five years to make all of these changes. So, let’s get groovy!
Mamma wants a third!
Blogger’s Note: I am aware that the slang “groovy” was created in the 60’s, a decade in which none of the births of my parents’ five children took place, but the more accurate term “Far Out” is just not my favorite. So, go with it. It’s been nine days. I’m rusty.
To all of my loyal readers who stuck around even after my recent abandonment, would you be so kind as to click on the “vote for me” banner below? Even if you have done so 17 times? I simply must stay ranked as a Top Mommy Blogger. I just MUST!
Missed you all dearly