My name is Morgan, I'm 32... ugh, don't remind me... I have 2 kids, a daughter, 11 (The Girl), and a son, 8 (The Ginger), 3 cats: Bones, Skelly and Kitteh (Hubby named the last one), and 1 hamster: Gizmo. I'm a tattoo artist turned stay-at-home mom by day and ninja assassin at night, and yes, I have a potty mouth.
Back in the day (it was a Tuesday, no wait, maybe a Wednesday) I was the do-it-all-mom. My family ate organic, there were no chemicals in my house at all, I cleaned with natural items, made my kids' baby wipes, made all natural lotions, soaps, etc, baked, did yoga, meditated, wore hippy skirts and wrote poetry. Man, that seems like a lifetime ago. I opened my own new age store, which successfully ran in the Bible Belt for 2 years- year #3 wasn't so amazing, and the store closed. I then ventured into the world of tattooing, which actually destroyed my life for a while.
4 years later I'm back on track, with Hubby who has been my best friend through all of the ups and downs of our 3-year separation, single life, and dating life, to the point where we realized we were idiots and just needed to get back together. The kids and I up and moved 2000 miles to where he lives, and are starting over, getting to know each other and re-learning how to be a couple again.
I've taken with me the life lessons learned over the last few years of trying to do it all myself. I am constantly learning how to bridge the gap between the hippy mom of yesteryear (I still wear my skirts) and the independent artsy business woman (now covered in tattoos), all while having to relearn my children and myself, and keeping the spark going with Hubby and I.
Son of a bitch, I'm busy.
Here's to getting things right, this time...