Karma . It isn't always instant.

Sometimes , your best laid plans, your most honorable intentions , can become the biggest source of your torture . The unfortunate side effect of a goal taking forever to be achieved is that by the time you have actually achieved it , you have had far too many opportunities to sit around planning it out , right down to the smallest detail . The problem with this is , that more often than not , Murphy's Law comes into play , and well , just what exactly do you do then ? How do you respond ? You aren't God, you do not control the universe , generally you can't even control what goes on under your own roof . What happens when the life you planned veers terribly off course ?

Just a quick clarification . . .

Recently , it has come to my attention that many of my readers are unsure as to how to pronounce the name of my piddly little blog. I have no idea why ( perhaps because i'm an overbearing control freak) but that bugs me a little , ( okay, a lot ) So here's a little mini-blog-backstory/clarification for you wonderful three people who actually read this shit. ( God Bless you :-)

Happy Mom-Versary to me ! :-)

In just a short 26 days or so, my dear Little Chrissy will be six, and for some reason this birthday is eating my lunch like no other birthday before it .  Not in a pissed-off kind of way , but in that 'crying at every Hallmark commercial ' sort of way .
You see, this is the first ' Big Girl' birthday . She is starting to want more time with her friends and acting more like a 'big kid' every day. She is growing up, right before my eyes, literally in a flash it seems. And amid the chaos and special hell that is party planning , somewhere between the balloons and cake and the face-painter/juggler/ whatever the hell , there is another milestone to be celebrated . For while it is the anniversary of HER birth , it is also the anniversary of the day I became a MOM.
For me Motherhood has been a lot like the Lord of the Rings. It began as a simple trip to Mordor ( i.e, just get knocked up , it can't be that hard, right ?) And then it turned into the ACTUAL trip to Mordor. In other words, you can't drop the damn ring into the fiery-ass volcano of Mt. Doom until you have survived RingWraiths , Orcs, Uruk-Hai , A Kraken, a Balrog ,there have been several casualties, and you have  been stalked by some creepy precious-obsessed little dude in a glorified diaper (ok, my ex-husband wasn't quite that bad, but you get the picture , right ?) Not so simple.