Motherhood

Bismillah
(In the name of God)

Nine months of caring and worrying.

Nine months of anticipation and fear.

Nine months of not knowing what is going on in your body.

Two years of breast feeding, changing diapers, endless laundry, tears, giggles, vaccinations, well baby checks.

Two more years of toddlerhood. Endless questions. Tantrums. Potty training. Learning. Songs. Stories.

Six years of elementary school - the discovery of the opposite sex.

Two years of middle school - dances - parties - questions about sex. Answers to questions about sex.

High school. Now they know everything. They are all knowing - all wanting.

The only question they don't ask is "where does money come from".

Next thing you know is that you know nothing. You are redundant. Just bring home the bread, clothes, shoes, make up, jewelry, accessories. That is all you are good for. No one has to ask your permission. No one asks if you care.

Ok, I am a financial mess. I spend when I am depressed - whether I have the money or not. Now I am sinking in debt. I am trying to get it together. I really am - but I have not done it yet. It will happen.

And so it began

I am starting this because there is so much I have to tell about. Eventually it would be great if I could get this all in a book. I think this is very interesting. At least this is what most people who have heard bits and pieces of it thought so.

What I am talking about is my life. Years ago a friend told me she thought my life was like "a magic carpet ride". The more I think aobut it, the more it seems to be true.

Since I have ADD it is not likely that any of this will be organized at all. I will write the bits and pieces as I remember them.

I do want comments and constructive criticism. So write me at blogati-janetsworld@yahoo.com.