Ah, the harrowing life of a mommy diva!

Wow. I had heard about this funny new phenomenon called blogging. But I had no idea it would be this easy to get one going. I don't even remember how I wound up at blogger.com a few minutes ago. Oh yes, now I do. I was doing research for an article about divas on a budget, and I found a blog on the topic of -- you guessed it -- divas on a budget. Well, what do I say next? That this is a freaky and cool experience. That I hope blogging will turn into a new passion. That I wonder how long it will be before Jeff and Juliet get home from the store. J & J are my hubby and 15-month-old daughter. I am tired today because Juliet was up three times last night. She is still breastfed and simply loves being close to Mommy. Mommy, meanwhile, was utterly exhausted from having sung for three hours at a corporate event. Yes, I am the mommy diva. I can go from feather boas and torch songs to diapers and "Twinkle Twinkle" in 10 seconds flat. It's a great life. But I have to sacrifice the martinis to keep the breast milk unleaded. Music and mammaries. Elation and exhaustion. Lush Life and Little Bo Beep. These are my life. This is my blog.