It has been awhile. A long while. Nearly two and a half years, actually. I kept meaning to write during those years, but I had babies and a dissertation to try to keep alive and writing about it all just seemed so daunting. I kept my URL, though. Mostly because I think it is silly the other “Theology Girl” site claims to be the “ official and original theology girl." Just in case I ever had stamina enough to write again
So. Those babies. That dissertation. The former still continue to be works in progress, what with their dependence on me for food, shelter, and the obligation to teach them the fine art of residence hall directing firmly in place for the next two decades. The latter, I am happy to say, is finished. I graduated. I’m a doctor. This has given me immense satisfaction, if only for the fact that I often announce with gusto, “Trust me, I’m a doctor!” Without my Ph.D., I couldn’t possibly be the stay-at-home mom that I am today. Or residence hall director. Yes! Really! No? Eh.
Anyway, these days, I mom. “To mom” is an action, no? It seems like it. My two little ones fill the house with life! Oh the life with the living! Everything they do is done with an exclamation point, be it getting dressed, or tearing through the house tossing handfuls of crumbled cereal, or contracting the latest preschool stomach bug. My two do not do it quietly. They do it big. And then I vacuum and do the laundry.
My goal here is to once again fill the ether with my inconsequential solipsistic twaddle. I find great comfort and joy in reading the stories of other people, even if it is just a story of them making pumpkin bread that turns out well (a story to which, I admit, I cannot relate). Perhaps there is another stay-at-home-residence-hall-directing-doctoral-student-mom who needs to find a person out there like her. I can relate! I’m relatable! I live my life in exclamation points too! We can be friends!
Trust me. I’m a doctor.
