My Life As A Passable Mom

Hello to you!  Thank you for reading this blog, when there are so many other, better blogs for you to enjoy.  Blogging is one of those things that anyone can do, I get that.  I mean, literally.  Anyone can have a blog.  The bowl of Cheerios I just ate can have a blog.  So why have I decided to do this? Besides it being my New Year’s resolution, I felt a profound need to share my point of view.  It has changed and evolved tremendously since my daughter entered my life.  Truth be told, I meant to start this blog while I was pregnant.  I’d be very interested to know what that blog would have been like.  In its absence, I’ve decided to go this way.  So what am I going to blog about, you ask?  

I live in New York City.  It’s awesome here, just like on TV.  It’s wonderful and terrible and beautiful and disgusting and I love it and I hate it.  I moved here to be a movie star, and instead starred on a PBS series and an episode of Dawson’s Creek and in a whole bunch of TV commercials, which I enjoy.  I met an Irish guy and we fell in love.  When people ask how we met, I have a line that I still think is really funny, even after ten years – “where do you meet an Irish guy?” And then I wait for people to guess, which they don’t, so I respond, “in a bar!” And then they guffaw and snort and wish they’d thought of it.  We got married.  We enjoyed being married.  I got pregnant.  I teased my husband constantly about his future life as the Irish guy with the brown baby.  I bought children’s books on slavery and the Civil Rights Movement, so he could learn all about his future child’s blackness.  He did not read them.  I had an awesome pregnancy, which meant I had a pretty awful labor.  And at the end of it, they handed me my totally perfect baby, who looks everything like her father and not very much like her mother, so the joke was on me. 

Now that the sob story is out of the way, don’t worry.  This blog is not political, or angry, or sad.  It’s just my thoughts on surviving as a mom, surviving as a mom in a big city, surviving as a mom to a biracial child, showing off when I’ve done something really momtastic, and confessing when I’ve done something totally idiotic.  I love to pretend at domesticity, so on the days I don’t eat Cheerios for lunch, I will share some of those cool recipes.  Remember when I said I starred on a PBS series? It was called Real Simple, and the product of that incredible lifestyle magazine for women far more passable than I, but I learned a few things and remembered one or two.  I’ll tell you what positively works for me and what absolutely doesn’t.  No one is paying me (yet) or giving me products to endorse (yet), so if I do mention a product, it’s one I bought, my mom bought, or was purchased with gift cards from my baby shower.  If I look cute and can find someone to take my picture, I will share my #OOTD.  But I’ll probably be wearing Ugg slippers and a t-shirt, so it’s probably better that I share my daughter’s #OOTD.  I promise to use minimal hashtags and maximum words with double O’s.  Thank you for coming along this journey with me.