Ugh!  I feel like I'm forever trying to define myself (for my sake and others as well).  Why?  I haven't the slightest clue.  There are days when I'm perfectly happy with myself and could give a rat's ass about what others think about my choice as a stay at home mother.  And then there are those days when I feel completely insecure about not having any particular place to go or do on any given day of the week, save doc's appointments and grocery/errand running. (sigh)  Motherhood.
