I work, I mom, I cook… repeat. That pretty much sums it up. To clarify:
When people ask me what I do for a living, I say, “I work” and leave it at that. If I say “I work on the web” or “I do stuff online” they automatically think I design websites or I’m a developer. I’m not.
I am part of a whole sub-set of internet workers who work with copy, upload stuff into a CMS, understand terms like “right-hand rail” and “secondary nav” not because we create them, but because we work within their confines every day. I don’t make things look pretty; I don’t know how to set up a site from the ground up. I (hopefully) make things easier to read and do a little coding every now and then to move stuff around on a page. That’s it. Glamorous, it ain’t.
Ultimately, I’m just hoping for a higher CTR and more PPVs to bolster my ROI. (If you understand that, welcome to my blog, comrade!)
I find it impossible to make a list of everything moms do so I’ve decided to use “mom” as a verb. Being a mom is being in a constant state of doing and being, rather than a label or a simple person, place or thing. “Mom”-ing means constantly thinking, doing, feeling, anticipating, worrying, supporting, tending, organizing, sacrificing… all at the same time. I am a mom, and I mom. Noun and verb.
I had my first child in 2009 at the ripe old age of 37. Yes, it was a modern miracle that I was able to get pregnant (so they make you feel). I think my kid’s great, but I also know quite well that her shit does stink (literally and figuratively) and that I’m not the first person in the world to have a child. Do I think she’s the greatest kid ever? Of course. Do I expect other people to? Not in a million. I love being a mom, but let’s get real. It’s not always rainbows and unicorns. And no one wants to hear about your damn kid all the time. I hated those people before I got pregnant and I swore up and down I wouldn’t be one of them when I got knocked up. If this blog turns into a tome about how completely fabulous my kid is ad nauseum, I’ll be just as annoyed as you.
I cook because I love it. I love to eat, I love food, I love thinking about food, I love cooking it, I love talking about it. I make time to do it because I enjoy the process. If you don’t like cooking, you won’t make time to cook.
I agree 100% with Michael Ruhlman who said, “Maybe you don’t like to cook, maybe you’re too lazy to cook, maybe you’d rather watch television or garden, I don’t know and I don’t care, but don’t tell me you’re too busy to cook.”
That being said, I fully admit I’m not whipping up gourmet meals at every turn. And I do appreciate meals from the world of delivery/take-out/prepared food aisle every now and then (I know my limits!). More often than not though, you’ll find me preparing a meal at the end of the day because that’s how I like to spend my time. Sometimes, the only thing that gets me through the day is knowing there’ll be dinner at the end of it.