Another exciting day

Somehow my son slept until 9:30 this morning. That's probably because he was kind of up until 2 am. Normally, I'd be jumping up and down. But of course, I was supposed to be at work at 8:30 today. I never heard my 15 million alarms. And The Dude is always my back up system. He failed me today too. Oh well.

I'm at the point in motherhood where I am ready to reclaim my bitchin' self. I want to be cool again. I know I can find the balance. I spent half of my Saturday cleaning my son's room. I spent the other half drinking with friends over. I know losing weight will help me get back to that place. I know having my long hair back will help. I love being a mother. I love it more than I can describe. But there's more to me than The Dude (although he is a pretty awesome part of me). He makes me cooler, but I don't want to resign myself to mom clothes, reading Parents and Parenting magazines, and playing with The Dude all the time. Granted, he's a shit-ton cooler than my friends, but that's only cause it's hard to beat him in the cool category. Many have tried (not really), all have failed.

I'm ready. Ready to be an offbeat, tattooed, rock-n-roll loving, husband-in-a-band, show-going, friend-having woman again. It's been awhile.

Reliving the glory days...