Thursday, April 21, 2011
I love having a place to go to bitch about my OCD and depression, to talk about the wonderful chaos of parenting and having a husband who likes to fondle in his sleep. It's awesome, really it is.
But many days I'd rather talk about something else and struggle to write a post. I tell Miss all the time I want another blog, something different and she laughs and tells me to just use this blog. That's what it's there for. But in my head, this is a place for bitching and moaning. I created it to talk through my issues and it's hard to post about something not OCD or depression or kids or marriage related. I know I can, but I log in, I start writing and I feel odd if I try writing something else.
Like yesterdays post. I felt weird, like I was doing the wrong thing. Even though I know it's not.
I'm not just an OCD, depressed house wife with two kids who struggles to write a book. I read all the time. I LOVE to cook and collect recipes like people collect stamps or coins. I love movies and music and art (although I'm way behind on all of them). I like changing things up....like changing my hair color ever 6 weeks. But I rarely if ever talk about any of that here.
And I want to.