What the fuck happened to the past 3 years? I swear, if I wasn't lost inside a massive black hole, shooting through some fold in time I'd be utterly amazed. It all seems like a blur, some blackout electric kool-aid trip. Since I met Paul, my life has not gone anywhere near the destination I had planned for myself prior to our introduction.
Long story short: 4 months after meeting Paul, the self-proclaimed rock star, I suppose the universe had its way with us. I got knocked up. Not that I didn't want another baby someday, but I kind of wanted to know the father a bit longer than 4 flippin months! Plus I was planning to attend school full time when Lucas started kindergarten, finish my degree and start my magnificent high-paying career before I stretched my stomach out to another time zone and lost days at a time to sleep dep.
The kicker to this is that I found out I was pregnant on Lucas' first day of full-day kindergarten. There went my college plans! I still attended school like a moronic fat whale up until 2 weeks before I gave birth, but I haven't been back since. I plan to change that in the next few months though. Shit, if I have time to blog I have time to do homework. Am I right? Yes, I thought so.
The pregnancy sucked big steel balls. You know the kind these hill jacks are hanging from their pickup truck hitches nowadays? Whenever I see those I wanna knock the shit out of the driver and stick the shiny balls right down their throats and continue kicking them in their nuts until they were on the brink of death. Imagine how that feels for a moment. That was my pregnancy. Details are irrelevant.
Cinco de mayo brought my precious baby Sage into the world, and 26 months later I feel like I'm finally coming down from my gallon of electric kool aid. I'm starting to sleep again (2 hours at a time counts, right?). Sage no longer has my tits in his vice grips every hour on the hour (it's only every 3-4 hours now), and I even get a little alone time (being spent writing this blog, of course). Apparently not too much is going on at 1:00 a.m. on a Thursday in Hillbillopolis, so my only choices are to tidy the house (how about no?) or blog.
Being a mom of two kids is far harder than I anticipated, and having these beautiful little fuckers 6 years apart made it easy on me in the beginning. However, now that Sage is mobile, Lucas seems to like his little brother as much as he likes his brussels sprouts.
Forgot to mention Paul moved in with us a year and a half ago. That roller coaster will get its own post!
