As I am a blogging neophyte, and never will likely become astute at this (nor am I making it some kind of goal...God knows I have enough of those on a day-to-day), I realize that my 'first post' should have been something more along the lines of 'Hi, I'm an Aries, and I like sunsets, imported beer, and men who aren't afraid to cry but will still kick the crap out of some neanderthal for looking at me too long when out to dinner, even if my boobs are hanging out of my shirt'. So armed with this idea, I arrive back here to post.
In typical fashion, I had forgotten where my blog was (I'm not kidding) so I Googled it...and discovered that, in fact, this whole 'Mommy Drinks Because' idea has been exploited elsewhere. I crap you not...onesies...t-shirts...(bastards).
Not one to give up, however, I'm staying the course.
Which brings me to the purpose of this whole endeavor, and my reason for writing this post in the first place (supposedly).
For a while now, it's been fun to discuss my children and their 'interesting habits' over a glass of wine, or nice scotch, or beer, depending on the audience. In and among these interactions was always the idea of writing a children's book for adults. Yup. Something easy to pick up and leaf through for fun. Something cheeky to gift to that 'hard to buy for someone'. And the premise would be a running theory...'Mommy Drinks Because'. In my case, 'Mommy' drinks because you whine...or cry...or hit your sister in the head with a Barbie doll...you get the drift.
At the suggestion of a good friend, I decided to start this blog to hopefully share some of the reasons a Mommy (or Parent) may drink their poison of choice, and in the hopes of cementing some kind of ethereal presence of the idea for a REAL 'Mommy Drinks Because' book. So, now that I've put it out there, I stake claim. If it ever, or never, comes to fruition, it's 'out there'.
How about that. I'm 'out there'.