Introductions and general Monday ramblings

I am a 40 year old mother of 2 - the son (2) and the daughter (5). I have been married for 20 years. I know, I know. You're thinking, "yeah, so. Sounds like my life." Yes, it does. I'm just your normal, everyday, red-blooded American mom. My life is run-of-the-mill. Some may even say boring, but it's mine. I just want all the mothers out there like me to know that they are not alone.
Let me give you a little background. My husband and I both lost our Moms last year, and almost lost both our Dads this year. I had to quit work to take care of our kids because it didn't seem fair to give nearly my entire salary to have strangers watch my kids just so I could be with adults all day. So, I have been with them 24/7 for a year now. The daughter is starting kindergarten this year, and the son can be put into an affordable daycare when he turns 2. I have contemplated going back to work, but just don't know if I want to yet. The ideal would be for me to stay out of the workforce until the son is in kindergarten, but that would be 3 more years. Believe me, I have searched for things to do from home! To no avail.
The daughter is starting kindergarten, but acts like a teenager in her lovely demeanor. I always said, when I saw the meltdowns in the grocery store or wherever, that "My child will not act like that." Ah, naivety! I held this misconception that I could actually control my children and get them to do what I want. That they will always be polite, and quiet, and well-behaved when we are out in public. HA! Maybe if they were like the dolls I played with as a child! The daughter begs for everything she sees, always has to go potty in the middle of grocery shopping when the bathroom is half way across the store, and goes into fits when she doesn't want to do something I need her to do. The son is a little better, but come on, he's not yet 2. He loves to emit high-pitched squeals in WalMart. The longer and louder the better. He pulls things out of the back of the cart, and throws them in the floor, he crushes Daddy's potato chips with repeated blows from his elbows and he tears hamburger buns apart through the bags (of course I don't realize this until I am home, and putting the groceries away). No, he's the sweet one.
Well, I may have gotten off topic a little, but I did say ramblings. This is me, in a nutshell. I am: a Mom, a wife, a friend, a daughter, a sister, an Aunt, a creative soul, vulnerable at times, SuperMom at others, but mostly I am me...just a Southern Mom trying to survive day by day, and not lose my mind or myself.
Glad to meet you, and I hope you enjoy reading my ramblings from time to time. I look forward to getting to know you, and hopefully help brighten your day.