A Mother's Day Hero

I write to all you mom's out there who have a hard time accepting a day of pampering. I know it's hard to sit there and think about the dishes in the sink that need washed. The laundry that needs folded. I know it's difficult for you to watch as your husband and children do numerous chores around the house.

The very chores that you do day in and day out that earned you this well deserved day of rest.

But never fear! I am here to represent!

I'm like the night watchman on a military base surrounded by the enemy.

I never rest.

I spent my mothers day reminding myself why they need me so much. Cleaning house, doing laundry and grocery shopping.

Job security, right?

A Cliche Welcome

So I've decided to join this group because I have a writing problem. I've always been told the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.

So here I am.

I don't have any followers yet as I am still a closet blogger. I took a stab at the whole Myspace world and wrote for a few years that way but when the career life took over, my writing started to cease.

That's when the signs of addiction began. I found my mind always wondering. I always had something I wanted to say but the thoughts always came at 5:30 in the morning while I was staring at the girl in the mirror looking back at me.

To me writing is like the needle in the arm of a heroine addict.* I use because it gives me a certain high. An escape from the everyday blah of the world.

I write because I think.......


* i've never done drugs. =)