If someone had told me in my twenties that in the next decade, I'd get married, quit my job, and stay home to raise two children, I'd have said she's crazy. I didn't even like kids, and at the time, I began to doubt that I'd ever get married, either.
Somehow, my feelings toward children changed; having two of them does that to some people. There's no one I'd rather be with than my children. (Other people's children...well, that's a subject for another time.) And, through some miracle, I found a husband who could put up with me. He's managed to live with me for over a decade now, and therefore should be considered a living saint.
I mean, really, look what he's endured as part of our marriage: once the primary breadwinner of the family, after our children were born it became painfully clear that I could no longer serve in that capacity. I fell in love with my kids and I didn't want to spend a minute away from them. It took three years of misery, of sobbing to friends, family, coworkers, and our financial advisor, but I eventually left my career behind to stay home and raise our kids...leaving my husband with the sole responsibility of supporting a family of four. (Which he's done beautifully, and without a single complaint. I told you...sainthood.) He's done such a good job at supporting us that now that the kids are both in school full time, I'm still not returning to a corporate job. Yet.
That's where this blog comes in. In high school and college, I planned to be a novelist or some other sort of creative writer. But because I was practical and lacked self-confidence, it was easy to convince myself that I'd never make a living as a writer unless I became a journalist or a technical writer. I exhausted my journalistic ambitions with one too many "journalism camps" in high school, but I was a technical writer for a few years early in my career. In fact, if you're looking for a good soporific read before bed, I'd be glad to dig out the LifeRate Systems Navigation Guide for you.
But trust me...you're better off enjoying some Cake.