Combining Me and Mommy into one stunning identity!

Well, 2009 was brought in by me dancing the night away, after the baby was asleep of course, to Britney Spears. What is wrong with that you might ask? Any one of my friends could easily answer that question for you.

Sixteen months ago, I would have scoffed at the mere suggestion that the melodies of Britney Spears would be filtering through my home's surround sound speakers. Even more preposterous is the image of me cavorting frivolously around my living room while lip syncing the lyrics! What has happened to me?

Well, I will tell you.....I am a fabulous new mommy! I gave birth to who is assuredly the most amazing little girl ever to grace this beautiful planet. While she is the most adored and of course important thing in my life (position being shared with my husband of course), I am left wondering how I got to that place that fateful evening. I have completely forgotten who I am and what was important to me before her long awaited arrival. The irony is that I dreamt of what a cool rock-n-roll mommy I would be.....tattoos, colorfully dyed hair, doc martens, piercings and of course a keen interest in the less popular styles of music. But somehow that didn't happen. I got lost in my alluring daughter and before I become one of those crazy moms who lives inside her children not alongside them watching them grow into their own....I have to get back on my own track!

I have absolutely no hair style, no more piercings (my husband jokingly says my boobs are boring without them), haven't recently invested any thought into my next tattoo design, am overweight and wearing ballet flats on a daily basis. Are you kidding me? This is ridiculous and although I am not quite ready to take "Womanizer" off my play list you can bet I will be upping the ratio of Ramones and Seven Year Bitch to tip the scale in the right direction. Today I took my first step on my road to recovery by lacing up my Doc Martens, sliding my fat dorky foot into them and ohhhhhh....it felt warm and cozy in there, just like I remembered. Then I strapped my daughter into the car seat and we went to Costco. Hey, there is only so much a rock-n-roll mommy can change!