I will swear to my children and my husband that I can indeed remember things: conversations, locations of objects, whose day it is to unload the dishwasher…
Lately, I have to admit, I have been drawing pure blanks. Take Mombshells for example: we all came up with shell names to protect our secret identities (yeah, right, I know you all know who I am, so much for super secret identities). There was Bangshell, Blondeshell and myself, Seashell.
Off we went into the blogging world and somehow I began to write and sign all of my posts Mermaid.
One night, lying in bed, it occurred to me that I was NOT in fact Mermaid, I was Seashell. What had I done? How had I made such a blunder? What was wrong with me that I didn’t remember that until months and many posts later?
The more I tried to go back to being Seashell, the more I just couldn’t. Mermaid, no matter how stupid it sounds, stuck with me. It kind of represents the conflicted life I lead…not quite fitting in, but not quite ostracized. More on that later.
