What does 'teaching religion' mean
I posted at nisaa today, so those of you who are religiously-inclined can join the discussion 
I'm moving!
Well, the blog is moving.
Did I say that I would not consider moving from textpattern? Although I do LOVE it, sadly, I must make the move to Expression Engine.
I am writing this post knowing that most of you would have no clue as to what I am going on about, but let me say this textpattern is the content management system that I am using to power this blog, and it is my first love! Seriously!
When I started blogging, I started with wordpress, you know, most of you are using it, but it just wasn’t me, we didn’t get along well, it was waaaay to restricting for my taste. Soon after I found textpattern, and we got along fabulously, my first love, I tell ya! So, it’s with sadness that I move this blog because I know that I won’t be using textpattern anymore. :(
What does it all mean? Well, it’s a HUGE job to move all the stuff I have going on here to expression engine, so I likely won’t be posting anything until I move. Don’t miss me too much!!
Remember the contest that I won?
The eMoms at Home contest? Remember I was really excited about it?
Well, last night I collected! You can read about it at my momtrepreneur blog.
Escape
When I look at my kids, it’s usually with love, usually I see little gems, little miracles, precious little faces looking back at me with adoration. Usually.
Yesterday I gave another mom some advice to get out of that “nobody understands the mother” mood. I tried to sound like I was so together and totally knew what I was talking about, only I feel the same way. Kind of.
There are those moments when I just want to scream at everyone in my house, I just wish for some peace, some alone time, not alone time with my husband, but just with me. I wish not to hear the constant nattering of kids, the “mommy, he hit me!”, “mommy, he’s touching your stuff!”, “mommy! I don’t like you!”, the times I just don’t want a hug, or even to be touched, or spoken to. You know, alone, is it even possible?
I can see myself drowning in depression sometimes, the lows are very low, and last so much longer than the highs. Since I’ve felt this sadness before, I am able to stop myself. Almost.
Finding my escape is difficult at times, like when I put the kids to bed and then they end up in the office with me 5 minutes later, like when my mommy-senses have shut off for the day but the kids clearly didn’t get the memo. Peace seems a million miles away, especially when anger is right there tempting me. Daring me.
It would be so easy to blame everything on my husband, because really, men have no concept of the pains of motherhood, or the strain of being called wife and daughter in law, the utter emotional exhaustion that comes from being ecstatic one moment and miserable the next. Can I blame it on hormones?
My escape can come in the form of a shower, pretending that I have some really urgent work and leaving my kids with my husband, or like today, just going to pick up my eldest son at school and going out with just him for a bit. Granted, the last one was not my idea of ‘me’ time, but sometimes we have to make the best out of what we have. I guess.
Small escapes can be refreshing if we allow them to be. How do you get your little escape in the day?
Reloaded
It has been my absolute obsession for the past 5 days, so much so that my husband is pondering having a huge party to celebrate the fact that he no longer has to refresh my site and give the required ‘smile and nod’ of approval after my every change!
I still have some more work to do, like cleaning up the code on all my clients’ sites to ensure they are up to standards, and figuring out what I’m going to blog about over there! But I think I am ready to be, like, all grown up, like, you know, a professional, and all that!
Please address me as shazia mistry, web developer from now on! 
PS. if you find any errors or bugs, please send me an email, thanks!
