Poop Puke and Tears

I've been wondering if one of the reasons why I've been having such a hard time blogging these days is because I'm not really identifying with the "working mother" aspect of it right now. The intent of the blog was to highlight issues relating to working mothers, both in my home life and in popular culture. I was still working on bringing it all together and now that I'm at home it feels like I've lost that focus completely. I don't assume that you want to read about how many diapers I've changed today (6), how many times I've been spit-up on (3) or how many tantrums I've dealt with (4), but it seems like most days that's my life. Poop, puke and tears.

Don't get me wrong: I love being home with my kids. In between the poop and puke there are moments of true discovery, like today when Mia started reaching out to touch one of the toys on her playmat for the first time. And part of me is very comfortable with domesticity. Both my husband and I agree that I've taken to motherhood and being at home more than either of us expected. I'm still working, but it's a different kind of work.

I hope to get my focus back soon. I think the time has come to start laying the groundwork for what I want to do when it's time to earn some real money again. Not too soon, but I want to be prepared.