Why I can't pee in peace

As a mother of two children younger than two, I find that many days I can't even pee in peace. (In fact, sometimes I end up holding it far too long for the right moment when my 22-month-old daughter, Eliza, won't try to shove something into my 6-month-old son, Zach's mouth; I am convinced I will be in Depends in my 50s, and I will blame it on my children. But I digress ... )

This blog is going to be about sharing successes, failures, and tips - from me to you and you to me. I know I am not the only harried, at-home mother living in madness on this block. Before I became a mom, and then one who quit her job to stay home (wait a minute, why did I do that again?), I had my good days and bad days at work. But my life was my own. I made most of my decisions based on what I wanted to do. Things completely changed, and I know everyone warns you they will, but there is really no way to prepare for motherhood. Especially if you are a Type-A personality whose:

- idea of chaos was not having the laundry caught up (LOL!);

- concept of lack of sleep was based on going to bed at midnight and having to get up before 7; and

- idea of "put-together" changed overnight from having a pedicure, makeup applied, nice clothes, strapless bras, and 3-inch heels (I don't know how anyone finds anything taller than that comfortable) to feeling pretty decent if I've managed to brush my teeth, get a shower and change out of my pajamas.

I could go on and on. But I won't. (At least not in this first post.) I hope that if you visit, you will be affirmed, inspired, and perhaps learn something. But I must go - BOTH kids are napping at the same time (hallelujah!) and nature calls!!