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watch that first step, it's a doozy.

i've written and erased this stupid first entry maybe six times already. stage-fright much? so let's try this again. once more, with feeling!

i've been a wife for almost five years, a marketing professional for a decade, a musician for most of my life - and most recently, a mom for six months. i'm a closet punk-rocker, a lover of lower-case letters, a passionate reader, and thank god, i thrive on having too many balls in the air.

i'm not unique, i'm sure. i guarantee there are a million women in the world, juggling a million-squared hats. and you know what? quite a lot of them probably do it better than me. but i think that's sort of the point. i'm making this up as i go along, and i'm not afraid to admit it.

so if you're looking for advice on how to be a working mom? this probably isn't the right source. you'll probably get more how-not-to than how-to.

and if you're looking for great ways to save money and be the super mom you've always dreamed of being, there are so many good mommy blogs out there, i can't possibly compete.

but if you'd like to ride the rollercoaster with me, laugh at spit-up covered business clothes and cry over spilled milk (literally - i'll tell that story another day), then you've come to the right place. grab your favorite beverage - i won't judge if it's of the adult variety - and we'll get along just fine!

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The Tramps said…
Hi John's mom, I'll come along for the ride.
Anonymous said…
Hello! me too...

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