New Year, New Blog

I know. I'm one of those annoying people who keeps changing where I blog. I'd be peeved if I were you, too.

Here's the thing, though. This space just isn't me anymore.

You see, in addition to the whole step-mom reference, Insta-Mom was supposed to be a reference to the change that happens in all of us once we have kids. How we wake up in the middle of the night and instead of just rolling over and going back to sleep we panic because the baby hasn't woken up yet. How we hear "Mommy" in the store and immediately turn around, even though we know our kids aren't with us. How your friend calls to cancel your coffee date and doesn't even need to explain why because you already know she was up all night with a sick kid because that bug is going around.

But for some reason, I couldn't shake the overwhelming stepmom part.

Don't get me wrong. I love being a stepmom. I wouldn't trade any moment of the last seven years with Aaron.

But in being a stepmom, I am constantly reminded of his other mom. The one who, I'm fairly certain, spends countless hours plotting new ways to punish my husband and make our lives miserable, regardless of whether it's good for her son or not.

Ask me how I really feel.

I don't expect anyone to understand. I just ask you to humor me on this one. I just can't blog here anymore. I can't be this person anymore.

Remember in this post when I told you that until I figured out where I was going, I'd be rejoining my joy circus.

Well, that's where I'm going to stay. At The Joy Circus. It needs work, but I hope you come with me.

Admission is free and the clowns are adorable.