VirginiaEddie

It is my sincere opinion that drunk blogging is better than no blogging at all. Shit, it might be the best blogging for, if nothing else, at least it gets it done.

Now in a cosmo/tiramisu high I will explain why it's way cooler to be in your late 30's raising your child in New York City than in some suburban labrynth bringing your fourth kid to soccer practice in a sticky minivan. Just think, you've never had to drive a minivan or sit inside a McDonald's playland. No,  you've enjoyed subway stairs and cabs rides and brunches and farmer's market groceries and central park. I loved my mother for her gardens and nightime stories. But bless her heart but she could never have maneuvered us around mid-town at mid-day. I want to be that kind of mom, happy and driven and on time to an appointment without calling my husband frantic and jittery. I want the the six year old at my side to know I'm his mommy, and that, in turn, means we're almost there sweetie.