I always thought I would write a book. Actually I SWORE one day I would write a book. I wanted to document my life in my own.."rub some dirt on it and keep moving" kind of way. I tried once with my friend Wendy, and then I realized that I didn't have time to go to the bathroom by myself, much less time to write a book. So we shelved the idea! My kids are older now: 16, 8, 6 (doubled) and 4, so i decided to scrap the idea of a book and just start a blog. What can it hurt? So here I am blogging, maybe someone will read it and think it is funny, maybe no one will care. But someday I will be in the bathroom, by myself. No one will be banging on the door, or sitting on the floor, or reading me a book, or tattling on someone else, and I will remember the days when I couldn't get five minutes alone to poop, and maybe I will be sad. Maybe. This is a blog about: me, my kids, my husband, my life, my successes and my failures. It could get ugly, but it just may be beautiful!
