There’s no other way to say it: lately, things have been coming up Milhouse here at Priss & Vinegar. My infant son is FINALLY sleeping through the night; my daughter, having reached the magical age of 2 ½, is suddenly more charm than challenge; my marriage has settled into a peaceful, collaborative, two-child mode; and this blog, long more a bored housewife’s project than a proper body of work, is finally reaching the audience I’d always hoped for.
I had time to let this sink in over the weekend while driving home from thirty-six kid-free hours with some dear friends (and a mermaid). It was an incredible get-away, my first proper sleep since my son’s birth, and a rare opportunity to spend three hours in the car alone. I do some of my best thinking on the open road, the highway a reassuring presence as my iTunes queue prompts memories both recent and remote. As I marinated on my life so far, I couldn’t think of a time when I was happier or more fulfilled than right now.
So, thank you. Thank you to my husband for pushing me and to my gorgeous babies for inspiring me. Thank you to the editors who decided that not all of my writing is crap. Thank you to the readers who followed me since the beginning (Hi, Mom.), to the commenters who share their own lives with me so generously, and to the recent followers who are just joining the party. I know your spare time is rare and precious, and I’m humbled that you spend it with me.