Whos DDM?

I am a 33 year old mother of three Wee Ladies. EvieG is almost 5, Spark Plug is 2 and The Destroyer is 1. Yes, I pulled a Britney and we had two babies a year apart. I’m over it now, but it took me three days of lying in bed, crying and eating. I am glad The Destroyer is here. It was just hard to get over the fact that I was pregnant again.

Pregnancy was okay. I gained a crapload of weight (150 pounds over 3 pregnancies). I’m over that too because it all came off. Now I am just as fit as I was in Grade 6. I delivered all three girls without an epidural because our hospital didn’t offer them. I just screamed really loud. So loud that some people knew I was back again delivering for a second and third time. I had a distinct cry.

I am married to Hubby who is by far the smartest person I know. He is very involved with the Wee Ladies and they are obsessed with him. He has two hanging off his leg and one on his shoulders at any given moment. He doesn’t remember meeting me for the first time in 1979 at nursery school and we officially met on a blind date in 1999. I took the plunge and left the big city to move back to this town to be with him. Isn’t that romantic? We got married in 2001.

I grew up in rural Ontario and then went away for high school. And no, it was not because I was such a badass that my parents had to send me away. I went to university and graduated with an Art History degree. This meant that I could do 1 of 2 things. Work in the art/museum/gallery world or become a teacher. I became the latter. When I am not on maternity leave I teach little kids. Right now I am on an extended leave from my school board. I started blogging this spring after along winter of suffering a lack of vitamin D and fighting off viruses. I needed to reach out to other Moms. And here I am.

We have a Wee West Highland Terrier named Basil (pronounced Ba-sil, not Bay-sil). I got him when EvieG was only 9 months old because I think I still had some postpartum going on. But when we got him I cried for about 5 days straight because EvieG was no longer my baby. It was weird. He is a fixture in our home. The Wee Ladies dig him, and he doesn’t get as many walks as he should. I never mention him on the blog, but I will at some point.

Life in our house is a zoo. I don’t have a nanny. I don’t have a lot of help. I am on my own with the Wee Ladies except for when Hubby is home. He helps out a lot with them. I only go to the grocery store and the gym. The gym is in the grocery store (true story) and they have babysitting services. I barely find time to get waxed or get my hair done. Any other kind of pampering happens about once a year, if that. I live in t-shirts and jeans. Sometimes I wear my pajamas all day. I don’t wear trendy and expensive active wear around the house either.

I try to do fun things with the Wee Ladies, but it is hard when there are nap times and schedules to adhere to. I lack organization in the craft department and rely on pre-school for that stuff. We sometimes go to the park, but most of the time we play in our backyard. That way I can sit and have a beer while they play. I can’t drink at the park. It’s illegal.

I drive a van only because I have to. It is not by choice. I watch children’s TV and have all the theme songs memorized. I listen to children’s music and sometimes Madonna. I have not lost myself completely in this crazy life of motherhood but have had to put some things on the backburner for a while.

All’s I’m sayin’s all.