I don't wanna go back

I can hear the words now "Mommy I don't wanna go back. I don't like school."
How can you really argue with that when secretly you live that life? It's been a hard though short week back at work after vacation and I realize how much more I like my boring home life rather than my ego boosting work life. I have two days to get time with my husband who isn't working this weekend, my daugher and my nephew who is in desperate need of attention. I'd also like to finish my book shelf that I'm painting to go in our mid-painted bed room. (Hopefully I will finish painting it before winter.)
I really really don't want to go back.....

My Mommy Said I Could.. The Virgin

So here it is. My first blog as a mommy with thoughts. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but that goes with being a virgin. I hope to express myself here, to show what all this mommy has to say, share, and learn. I've lost the creative part of me and I anticipate that this will bring it back. In the future I hope to share with others my love of my mother, my daughter and the ties that bind.
A little about my mother: She is the mother of five children, and has sacrificed so many things to provide the extras for us. I have gotten a love of dishes, pretty things like vases and tablecloths, old treasured furniture and lace curtains from her. She was a hard worker and taught me the same. She was a working mom and still had time for each child. We were the center of her universe, though she had a great way of misleading us on that. She put the fear in me that still lives today. Hence My Mommy said I could. That is the voice of my subconscious.
A little about myself: I am the mother of one, hoping for more. There is no set number to the more, just more. I am married to my husband, a great man and wonderful father. I have been married previously, and have a benchmark for a successful marriage. I work in insurance and it was my passion until I became a mother. Now nothing compares. I have a love of flea markets, and my current obsession is finding off white furniture to use in my cottage style home.
A little about my daughter: She's 15 months old, asleep usually by 9 (time that blogging will begin), and is the center of my universe. I want her to be average, not the best, not the prettiest, not the richest. Average. I want her to learn how to lose, how to be humble, how to love all animals and drag them in when we say no more. I also want her to love pretty pinks, white curtains, and secretly I want her to be called to serve God or answer his call. Yes a very small part of me wants her to be a nun. Realistic, no. Based on my Catholic upbringing-absolutely.
A little about the three of us: I want my daughter to have a very close relationship with my mother, something I never had with my grandmother but always wanted.