I’ve had blogs before this one. They were more word oriented. I was reading a beautifully written blog the other night and was heartsick that I don’t take the time to write anymore. But the truth of the matter is that I don’t have the brainpower these day/years. By the time I put the offspring down for the night, I am gone. One piece of offspring in particular is unusually high-maintenance. I wouldn’t trade my place in life right now for THE WORLD, but man I am beat down. Lots of barf. Lots of tiny fists in my face. Lots of screaming and time out and food throwing and crying and poop and fighting and constant constant constant noise.
This. Week. Was. Hard.