I stopped blogging a while back. I stopped for several reasons, including but not limited to the fact that I barely have time to brush my teeth these days, I don't like everyone knowing about everything I do (the inner francaise in me emerging)- it wasn't something I loved doing. At this point, only things I love make the cut for my 2.5 min of time I have between the kids going to bed, me pulling our house together, and my head hitting the pillow.
Here's the thing though: I love to write. A few years back I burned my eyes so badly I couldn't see for a few days and my first thought was "how will I write?!" I didn't think about not seeing anything or anyone, I thought about not being able to write. It's important to me, and I do love to do it. I don't have any other writing outlet in my life right now so I resorted back to the blogosphere.
I don't plan on out jones-ing the jones's with my crafts and tutorials or my kids coordinated outfits on here, but more want to remember the ins and outs of my life right now. I want to remember how max talks to me, and how clay inhales food and crawls like lightning. I know ill remember my boys wildness, but I also know ill forget the details and I don't want that to happen- and while I don't like everyone knowing the details of my life, if anyone can get some glimmer of hope that they aren't the only one who had a kid peeing on their rug and eating starbursts off the floor of Walmart, then ill feel pretty good about sharing my life a little.
