So I guess I can get kinda fancy w/ a blog-but I really don't have time for that...yet. I didn't wake up in pee today. Well, the little one did have a soaked diaper. I woke up w/ the little guy pulling my hair and smiling at me, while myolder child (not yet 3) had his hands wrapped in my hair. Man its a good thing Ihave a lot of hair, no wonder moms go bald after they have kids.

Nothing funny happened today-yet. Nothing made me cry on NPR today -yet. I haven't even had a chance to read the paper in a week or two. Oh, something did make me laugh. I was going to the bathroom this morning w/ my 10 m old sitting on the floor laughing at me . My 2+yearold comes running in w/ his Thomas the tank engine catalog and starts showing me all the trains he wants for his birthday. All I wanted to do was you know, poop. So much for quite time...oh and my husband came in too, just to keep the baby from closing the door on his fingers. Where were the neighbors, resident mole and my cat??? (obviously clueless about the mole or there wouldn't be one)

So, here I am living the dream-working fulltime raising two kids and now I am writing in a blog-what does that make me? A loser? A winner? A person? Will I keep writing, do people actually read these things, who the hell is going to even look? I will say this it feels kinda running naked thru the woods w/o my glasses on. Too blurry too see how ridiculous I look. (like there is a mirror in the woods) It is a who cares type of thing, who cares what I have to say and who cares who reads this. I once wanted to be a write, but there simply isn't anytime to write-where is that room of ones own? When I had the time I was too lazy, now I am all about racing home to see my two boys and try to get thru the night w/o having a breakdown. This morning I woke up soaked in the pee of my eldest. His diaper leaked in the middle of the early am. No wonder he was tossing and turning since 4am no wonder I am so tired and cloudy. Soaked in pee while the little one nursed away from 5 to 6am. Life is um, different now. And again the question remains who cares? This is kind of like a diary that I am leaving the key out for whomever. I think I like it...but I am not sure. Lets see if I keep writing.

Long run on unedited sentences,is that what a blog is all about? Working, yet not is that what a blog is all about? At least I have music to listen to, that makes all the difference in a work environment. But really who reads this, do I send this to people? Why bother. I can just keep it out there for the cosmic reactions of nobody. Maybe it'll be cathartic. Jeez I am going to have to look for a dictionary and make sure I know how to spell, incase anyone does read this godforbid they should think I can't spell....