What happens when a recent mother of two gets laid off from her job as a non-profit Communications Director?

Does she gracefully transition into her life as playground referee? Immediately find a new job? Hit the bottle? Or  blog a blazing trail to her new future?

I started my blog as a way to figure out my new future, and come to terms with the good, the bad and the ugly chin hairs of my life.

To try to reckon with my expectations for myself, and see if they are truly realistic.

To gain some sanity in the midst of being knee-deep in diapers, demands and other people's poop.

To wrestle with my career goals and figure out what they are now.

To come to grips with the fact that, as an educated gal, I should probably either be running a company or finding a cure for ADD, while instead, I've spent numerous days mashing bananas with a fork and researching non-toxic diaper creams. In between reading People magazine, of course.

But I've learned that "shoulds" are dangerous. "Shoulds" don't come from an inner calling. "Shoulds" are head-driven, not heart-inspired.

So I've come up with freelance-writing and editing as a career for myself. So far, I'm liking it. And it allows me to balance brain-time with being at home with my two munchkins -- a boy, age 6 and a girl, age 2 -- my sweet husband and last-on-the-foodchain cat Viktor.

And oh, for those who are interested, I grew up in the UK. Would love to connect with some fellow Brits!

Ticks, bees and coxsackie

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