With an infant, rescue dog and high maintenance bird, my life has quickly turned into a three-ring circus. My name is Erin, and I have the unique “honor” of managing this show as the Ringleader.
When I’m not managing the circus, I’m working at my job in higher education. I used to work around the clock in the fast-paced NYC corporate world, dining on sushi every night and functioning on iced coffee and diet coke. After a few years (and enough mercury in my system from the sushi), I saw the light at the end of the Lincoln Tunnel and traded in the golden handcuffs for my life back. Now I’m a suburban NJ mom, who worries about school quality and crime and dreams of getting a bigger, less fuel-efficient car. Sometimes I think I lost part of myself in the Lincoln Tunnel. When I’m not working in the office or managing the circus (or running from it), I’m busy writing and editing one of my two picture book series.
So who are the stars of my circus:
– “Cuppy” Also Known as “ACat” – My daughter, who is lucky enough to be born in the year of the water dragon. Apparently this means she’ll be successful in life! Since I want her to use this success to hook me up with a fabulous retirement village when The Chief and I are old and grey, I’m not using her real name on this blog. Why, you ask? So when a future employer with a high six-figure salary googles her name, they won’t find out about all of Cuppy’s antics growing up. It’s all about the benjamins so I can retire some place offering a spa not bed sores. Why am I calling my first-born ”Cuppy”? No, I’m not still on my delivery meds. My daughter hiccupped a lot when she was a baby (apparently this is normal), so The Chief and I started to call her Cuppy, short for hiccupping. ACat is another nickname we use, which is a play on her name.
– “Mr. Happy” – My dog, who is a Lhasa Apso and Poodle mix. In other words, a delightful bundle of smart and stubborn in one 24lbs hypoallergenic 5-year-old dog body. Mr. Happy is a rescue, and while physically healthy, he suffers from separation anxiety and fear aggression toward dogs. Through trial and error, we are slowly making improvements with Mr. Happy.
– “The Diva” – My cockatiel, who is my first “baby”. Hailing from 33rd and Bird in Manhattan, The Diva lives up to her name. Her rules include, not waking her before 9am on the weekend (or she’ll hiss) and avoiding any healthy food (like apples). The Diva used to live off of Park Avenue in the Big Apple and now is stuck in suburbia.
– “My Chief-of-Staff” aka “The Chief” – My husband, who has been in my life since 1999. He has Larry David’s sense of humor, dresses like Doug and sings like Bob Dylan. The Chief never had a dog before Mr. Happy and never fed, diapered, comforted, burped and bathed a baby until Cuppy arrived. He is a quick learner, and I’m wicked lucky to have his help. Otherwise, this circus tent would collapse.
So grab some popcorn, peanuts and a good seat and enjoy the show of this wild and crazy circus!