A journalist observes life in the far north.
Why does it feel like childless people lead more interesting lives?
All of my favorite bloggers have no children. They go to the gym, drag shows, plays and sleazy bars. Their experiences sound fun and fascinating.
Me? I go to play group, do my job and on the rare night that I’m in town one evening and grab a drink with friends, I leave early to go to the grocery store. Wild and crazy, huh?
Don’t get me wrong. I have zero regret about my kid. And she’s not that hard to raise. She sleeps until 9am sometimes. She eats her vegetables. She loves books. When she gets into trouble and I tell her to go to her room, she goes to her room and closes the door.
Still, motherhood has made me boring. I mean, I’m going to Las Vegas next weekend. Guess what I plan to dress up as? Santa Claus. My friend who is also going is planning to be a naughty kitty.
I need to think of a better costume. Maybe I should go as a roller derby chick. I could skate around the Las Vegas strip in my roller blades.