This Real Mommy vs. Carrie Bradshaw

I just finished up writing in my Mommy journal. (I know, be so impressed. There are parts of the Momstown book that I am really dong well.) I was thinking about all of the things that I wanted to be when I grew up and what I love to do in my spare time. Obviously, writing came to the forefront.

I love to write. I promised Husband (many years ago) that we would be able to retire after I had written a few books. So far, I haven’t gotten very far, but I think there is hope. The blog is really showing me that I had a lot more to say than I realized. So, as I was sitting around thinking about these things, Carrie Bradshaw (Sex in the City) came to mind.

Of course she did! She makes a living writing. She writes about her personal experiences. She makes people laugh and cry with her perspective. Who wouldn’t want to be living that crazy life filled with interesting stories, crazy friends, and perfect one-liners? As I was thinking, I realized that I have that life, just a little different version.

My friends lead crazy lives. One is a high-powered accountant who works like crazy and wants to take over the corporate world. One is crazy – seriously. One is going though a major life change right now. One is balancing both a career and motherhood. One is a mother who (and I kid you not) is like Martha Stewart – only friendly and she hasn’t done jail time.

My life is exciting. My schedule is filled with all types of fun activities. Instead of fashionable parties, I have play dates. Instead of one night stands, I have date nights with Husband. (I think they are just as hot!!) Instead of brunch with the girls at and expensive restaurant, we meet at the Starbucks. Instead of Manolos, I have the cutest set of patent leather wedges that I got on sale at Macy’s for $15.00.

My one liners are great to. Here’s an example. Does Winnie the Pooh have a hiney? Yep, Son asked me that one the other day. Here’s another: Can poop fossilize? Daughter has been taking her diaper off in the crib. I guess a little bit of it fell behind the crib and missed out on the clean up. Or how about this one: Why is picking your nose bad? Again, Son was the culprit.

I am not missing out on anything. While I may have a different audience than Carrie Bradshaw, and I may lead a little different life than Carrie Bradshaw, I think I will take my life, This Real Mommy’s life, any day of the week.