Introductions

The more I read, the more I realize what garbage this is. It's quite discouraging actually, but I just have to remember that I started this for myself and am pretty sure no one has read it and so I should get back to the original reason and inspiration behind it.

Here's a bit about me:

I'm a 30 something. I have many personality flaws which I desperately hope I don't pass on to my kids. If you ever hear someone list their personality "dislikes" I usually encompass most, if not all of them. I'm often unintentionally rude. I forget I'm not the only one in a restaurant or public area. I form opinions on things before being adequately informed. I'm an aggressive driver, walker or cyclist. I recycle like someone who's life depends on it (or their kids lives...). I compost, I reduce, I use biodegradable products, but I still use disposable diapers. (I looked into it, the footprint is about the same!)

I'm a wife and mother of two. I don't like children, never have, but I love my kids fiercely. More than I ever thought possible. It hasn't really changed how I fell about everyone else's kids though. Well , most everyone.

I have a short fuse, I'm quick to judge and I don't like wasting my time, on people or anything else. As a friend I'm loyal to a fault.

I'm emotional, unreasonable and hormonal. Often all at once. I say what's in my head before thinking it through. Often things come out of my mouth completely wrong, even from what was in my head.

I was obese. It started around age 13, and continued on until I was 25. When I became the calorie Nazi and lost 75lbs. Being the fat girl all my adolescent life really defined me. I'm insecure, I'm loud, I'm paranoid. I always feel like people are looking at me and judging me. In turn, I am extremely judgemental, although I consciously try not to be. I'm terrified of passing all of my bad qualities on to my kids. It also seems like these traits are intensifying with age. Hopefully my husband sees me as more of a fine wine, rather than sour grapes.

This introduction seems to have turned into a bit of a pity party, which is reflective of my mood. If the post seems choppy it's because every sentence was interrupted by a needy child. Like I said, I have a short fuse.

To try to end on a more positive note, I'm a person who didn't know if I'd ever live with someone, or get married, and here I am, Suzy Homemaker, and loving it. I love cooking, cleaning, keeping house, parenting and playing with my kids. I love projects and hobbies. I love tasks and details. I'm happier than I think I ever believed I would be, and at the moment, there is nothing I would change about my life or how I live it.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.