My life is full of glitz and glam. Think of the actress wearing a pink feather boa robe and the fluffly slippers ⇐ that’s me. You know the one drinking mimosas in the morning while lounging by the pool with huge sunglasses blocking out the rays. So, so me.
Except . . .
Trade in the word actress for mom and instead of a pink robe with fuzzy slippers, I usually wear mismatched pajamas and torn up slippers. Mimosas in my world is water and green tea and lounging by the pool with sunglasses is me pushing my hair out of my face, lounging by my son in the living room while he claws at my computer and I try to answer emails.
And the crazy thing is, I would choose the latter any day.
I think my life is like every other mom out there. The sun is barely parting the curtains and I’m up and taking a shower before the baby wakes up because washing my crevices is important to me. Nothing like starting the day in your own filth, I can’t do it.
Then it’s like clockwork, breakfast for the baby, milk, and play. He runs around the house (he’s 15 months old) babbling, showing me books and cars while the Today show plays in the background. Our morning is simple, I try to get some work done like answering emails, catching up on social media, and writing if the baby lets me. He plays with his cars most of the time and reads books while I sit at my “desk”. Somedays it’s easy and somedays it’s really hard. On the hard days, I put my computer away and just focus on the baby. Even though there are days where all I can think about are deadlines and what I need to do, the baby comes first.
Lunch is the best time of the day, not because I like to eat, but because right after lunch, it’s two-hour nap time. Picture this, you know those GIFs where cats are typing at lightning speed on computers, that’s me when the baby is napping. GET ALL THE WORDS IN!!!! It’s a race and most of the time, the baby ends up winning right at the most inopportune times, like right before the Hero is about to dish out the salami to his lady.
When the baby wakes up, the routine starts again, food, water, diaper changes, poop, poop, poop. I think any mother can relate. From two to seven it’s a five hour blur of when is bedtime and where did all the time go? When I’m losing my mind, I turn on TLC or HGTV for a little escape. I try to fit a workout in where I can. We have an afternoon family walk and all I can say is THANK GOD I don’t cook. I’m not very good at it, like at all.
Seven PM is bed time and I usually have an ice cream, because it’s my reward for making it through another day and then I sit down with my computer where I try to get everything done for the day.
My life is glamorous in a way, not in a fancy celebrity way, but in a way that I get to stay at home, work, and watch my child grow up right in front of me. It’s hard, there are days where I don’t think I will make it through another hour, but when the baby gives me a hug or rests his head on my shoulder, I know I’m living the glam life.
by Meghan Quinn
Released: August 3, 2017
Racer McKay is a broody bastard.
From the moment I met him, he’s been rude, irritable, and unbearable. And worse? He's broke.
A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder.
Racer McKay is also infuriatingly . . . sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.
We try to stay out of each other’s way . . . that is until I have no other option but to ask for his help.
But what I don’t realize is he needs me just as much as I need him. I have money he’s desperate for, and he holds the key to making my dreams come true.
Our pranks turn from sarcastic banter, to sexual tension and lust-filled glances. Bickering matches quickly morph into slow burn moments. We’re hot, we’re cold. We push and pull. I need him, I don’t want him. We’re on the verge of combusting with an agreement dangling dangerously between us. Neither one of us can afford to lose one another and yet, we’re finding it quite hard to decipher the line that rests between love and hate.
*Twisted Twosome is a stand alone romantic comedy.