Journal Entry

Mommy moments: Oh, to be queen for a night!

Before I loved being a mother, I was a lead singer in a band.

After I had the baby, we lived where the nightlife consisted of fireflies, cows, and an aromatic breeze that would curl your eyebrows.

Keeping up with being a mother was hard: the laundry, the housework, the baby’s schedule of sleeping and breast-feeding every two hours. Let’s face it, I was a worn out mom.

Our neighbors were young and the wife was a clean queen. She would scrub her no-wax floors, and then wax them.

“Their place looks so clean and smells nice,” my husband said.

“Yeah,” I said, “no baby, no breast-feeding every two hours, and a husband who helps with the housework.” Wow, what a life!

My husband and I planned to go out to hear the band I used to sing with, and we invited our neighbors. I knew the band would pull me up to sing, and I would be queen for a night. Beat that clean queen!

Mother was watching our little one. I pumped out enough milk, so I could have a drink or two. I was ready to be a star, one more time. Boots, jeans, and a beautiful, new white blouse.

Nervous, I had a drink. My friend asked me to join the band onstage. I graciously accepted and took my place beside him. As I sang, with all eyes in the place on me and all lights making me the center of attention, I realized that my breasts had begun to leak through my beautiful, new white blouse.

Bar patrons can be so cruel! First one chuckle, then a laugh, then a good belly laugh. I guess I was the queen of something that night. The queen of embarrassment. To this day, I cannot even sing karaoke in pubic. And my son is 23 years old!