My generation is postponing motherhood probably longer than any time previously in history of human nature. I never wanted to be one of those women who waited until 39 and then decided to want to have kids. "Blah blah blah career. Blah blah blah money. Blah blah blah never the right time. Blah blah blah promotion."
I chose to have my darling child now and I have no regrets. And for me, when your husband is also in the band, it's really hard to keep things together sometimes. There's no one to fall back on and watch the kids while you're out playing a show.
It has moments of frustration. Moments of anger. Moments of feeling sad that you have no other musicians that you feel you can connect with. There are moments when it just fucking sucks and there's nothing that you can do about it. There are, of course, more beautiful moments than bad.
I went out tonight and I can't tell you how good it felt to have a beer sitting outside on a sizzling summer night. I had only 6 minutes of talking shop about music and it felt so fucking good, I cannot even tell you.
