I’m married. I’m a stay-at-home mom. I live in suburbia and I drive an SUV (a mini-one with a teeny-tiny engine). My son now plays soccer.

My life is officially a cliche. (Hence the http of this blog.)

Alot of people see a person like me and think, “how boring.” They may even think chicks like me have a fairly suffocating existence.

And although 10 years ago, I had a completely different kind of life in mind, I ended up here.

But I LOVE this life. Yes, children require alot of energy and attention. Sometimes certain chores can get tedious but what job doesn’t have some level of tedium? It has been so rewarding to watch my son blossom into a happy, independant person who has developed a knack for making friends. He’s growing and changing so fast. Trying to keep up is exhaustive. But not boring.

And doing the stay-at-home thing? I’ll admit I felt completely isolated and overwhelmed for the first two years. (The reasons why would make for a long post.) But over the years, I’ve been lucky enough to establish a great support system. It’s pretty sweet to arrange an impromptu picnic at a park when a beautiful day comes along. It is also quite cool to have enough time in your day to help a working mom or fellow SAHM out when you know she could use a hand.

Like most stay-at-home moms, at some point, I’ll return to the work force. But I won’t regret the years I spent at home. I have never been more happy and felt more fulfilled than what I do right now. I have never felt more comfortable in this skin.

Being a cliche? Ain’t all that bad.