SATC 2 is on to something. If you haven’t seen it, you must not be a die-hard fan anyway. But for those who strutted into movie theaters across the country to catch up with our four favorite fictional gal pals, Michael Patrick King has started a 2-day phenom! I thought I was the only one, became a popular anthem amongst me and my girlfriends anyway. Now, we’re discussing 2-day getaways in the near future.
I became a mother at 22 years old and I had no idea what I was doing. Like so many new mothers, it’s rather hit or miss when it comes to raising a little innocent, newborn, baby. The reality of this not being a Cabbage Patch Kid, minus the signature tat’ on the butt, quickly resonates after pulling all-nighters and changing inhumane diapers! As the years pass, there’s a new call of duty. When the toddler years hit, you gotta watch out for sharp edges. Make sure outlets have safety covers and that their helmet fits perfectly! Okay, the latter is far-fetched…but it certainly, almost seems that way. Basically, the toddler years should never be taken lightly and you have to learn to sleep with one-eye open, and an ear listening out for any bangs and cries.
There have been plenty of times I have questioned my mothering. I’ve looked myself in the mirror, judgmental hat on and hit high gear naming all the things I knew I was doing wrong. There’s no manual to help and if you probably google’d Mothering 101…you’ll probably get some person like me sharing their personal account that may or may not be of any help. There are mother-clubs, but let’s be honest…most mothers, never are truly honest. They’d rather you think they’re the perfect mother holding the baton up high to the finish line. While, I, on the other hand, have dropped the baton. Passed out once. Tripped over my own feet another time, as other mothers sped pass not even bothering to lend me a hand.
Don’t feel bad Charlotte, at least you locked yourself in the closet. A couple of times, I’ve just walked outside and screamed! Couldn’t take it anymore. My friends out of town would always ask, how come you don’t bring your daughter? Well, it’s simple. You need some time for yourself. When so much of your day is dedicated to another person, regardless of the person being your child, you kinda lose yourself. I always wanted to have something that belonged to me. And if on occasion my friends and I get together, baby girl is staying with the grannies!
My daughter is now eight years old. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I wouldn’t trade her for next season’s Manolo’s. I promise! But there are times, when I am mentally breaking all kinds of mothers-don’t-do-that laws. I know some may read this and think that I’ve completely lost it. But it’s the truth. Motherhood is hard work. It’s a job that you can never vacation from or take a leave of absence. Even when you’re in the worst mood, your child still needs and deserves the undivided attention that you may be too emotional to provide. Like now. I have to wrap this thing up because she’s called me several times to watch “Alice in Wonderland”. Until my next 2-day getaway…
Mother K’
The trailers make me antsy. And as the date gets closer, Aidan Shaw’s face flashes ever-too familiarly. I’m already prophesizing that the Aidan Shaw reunion will be brief and won’t shake the hardwood floors Carrie & Big now walk on. Their bond is tight. Big may be thousands of miles away, but Carrie’s not crazy. Let’s recall a few supporting facts: she cheated on Aidan with Big. And then there was the summer retreat ruined at Aidan’s house on the prairie, thanks to Carrie’s Big heart, when she invites a drunken Big to come and talk. He’s the thread in her vintage Chanel. And while the SATC show would have been a potential merry-go-round without him, Carrie is just simply in love with the man of her dreams (or nightmares, cue DVD season 6).
