Diaper Diva’s in the Hizzie

I want to thank The Accidental Teuton (a.k.a. Frau X) for welcoming me into her merry band of kvetchers.  It is a true honor to have been given a vehicle for my Unibomber-esque ramblings and I’m thrilled to play Robin to the Teut’s most excellent Batman.

So who am I?  Just call me SAHMy Davis, Jr. and watch me tap dance around my unbelievably bad mothering skills.  I am an opera singer and mother of Things One and Two.  I also used to teach music but, thanks to the economy, find myself both between jobs and ten seconds away from rocking naked in the corner.  I mean, is this really happening?  I used to travel the world singing and now I consider it an adventure just taking both kids out to the Trader Joe’s.

I love daycare.   Besides the constant social interaction, I adore that Things One and Two dine on lamb and cilantro for lunch, speak both English and Farsi and still have no idea what Disney is.  Sure, there are downsides.  Thing One sat at the dinner table last night singing, “Jeebus Loves Me,”—not exactly on list of sanctioned tunes, seeing as how we are Jewish.

Let’s be honest, I also love daycare because it gives me the opportunity to have an identity outside my children.  So when I was faced with the reality that my current employment situation was coming to an end, I panicked.

No job=no daycare and Things One and Two would have to spend all day with me.  And yes, I do see the irony in the fact that I have sent no less than 350 resumes and yet have somehow been selected to perform a job for which I am completely unqualified: motherhood.  Guess I should actually install those smoke alarms I bought a year and a half ago.