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....