Awake at 5:45 AM. Stumble to the bathroom and change into workout clothes. Listen to bones creak while doing Tae Bo (I know, so retro of me). Make breakfast for kids. Pack lunches for kids. Take 2-minute shower. Try to smile and speak calmly as 3-year-old whines and fusses about everything under the sun. Gobble down Cheerios while braiding daughter’s hair. Ask children to get their shoes and coats on. Grab phone, keys, and purse. BARK at children to get their shoes and coats on. Struggle with flippin’ car seat buckles. Run youngest to in-law’s house where he’ll spend the morning while I take oldest to an appointment. Realize that middle child’s class is having “Pajama Day,” but middle child is not in her pajamas. Fly home to pick up pajamas. Drive to school and drop off middle child with good friend who will walk her into school so I can get oldest to appointment on time. Arrive at appointment with 2 minutes to spare. Sit in waiting room and make small talk with another parent while really dreaming of a liquid lunch.
The joys of being 42
Okay, in my heart and head I still feel like I’m 18. Yet I just somehow pulled a muscle in my back whilst applying dye to my otherwise grandma-white hair. WTH? I’m also having a little trouble walking today — too many squats yesterday during my Lose-the-Baby-Weight-Your-Youngest-is-Almost-4 Workout. My head is fuzzy this morning from the TGIF wine I guzzled last night at a party (at my kids’ school … I know, seems wrong on so many levels). This afternoon I’ll take my daughter to a birthday party sporting my newly- dyed coiffe and something sharp on my old, creaking body. Maybe if I stand still in a corner somewhere, no one will be able to tell that I can barely move. 40’s, you will NOT crush me.
Welcome, Friends!
I’m so glad you found me here! This where my two lifelong passsions – my writing and my children – collide with my newest passion: finding the humor in life.
I started writing stories and poems when I was 7 years old, and I haven’t stopped. I love words. They can make us giggle, snarl, or cry our eyes out. They teach us and preach to us. They mock us. They shock us! They roll and rock us … just like life.
When my beautiful children came along 6, 5, and 3 years ago, they brought with them a certain magic that gave my writing a new twist (and my head a new ache).
I continue to write, with the hope of someday becoming a published author. Please enjoy my story ideas and my blog … and most of all, create a laughter-filled day!
The World of Author/Mom Alicia Murphy! 