Idle thoughts of a crazed princess

Well, this is my first posting, who am I? Who really knows?  I’m 39 and don’t feel old enough to be, mind you I only turned 39 in January so I am not really used to it yet.  Truth be told, I don’t feel old enough to be married and have children, let alone have grey hair, I mean I’d really quite like to have a peirced belly button and wear crop tops, I just don’t think my stretch marks go with the look. 

My kids look to me to answer all their questions, much the same as I did my parents, I never realised they didn’t know all the answers, they did a pretty good job of convincing me they did. 

So who am I? An 18 yr old, trapped in the body of a 39 yr old, with responsibilities I don’t always know I can fulfil, trying my best to keep it all together and present myself to the world at large as a responsible wife and mother holding down a job and running a household with consumate ease.  What a joke!  If only they knew, I run around like a headless chicken most days, trying to get the kids to school, myself to work and keep enough stuff in the freezer to feed us all.

I’m a Princess, at least that is what my husband says… in a nice way not a bad way, he treats me like a princess, when he feels like it.

I do like photography, every now and then I get my shit together and I go out sans family to take photos.  If I take them with me, I feel bad about them all standing around while I indulge myself trying to take the perfect shot.  My husband is awfully indulgent though, accompanies me at night because I worry about going out alone, you can’t get the perfect nightshot and be aware of your surroundings at the same time.  It’s difficult to schedule a night without kids when he is home.

I also post to message boards, I know I am an opinionated person and I like to share my views.  Which is what brought me here.

More when I think of it….