I Would Imagine Roosters are Cleaner Too

Long ago I told myself I would only blog when my kids were asleep. It worked for me. Kept me focused on the two small men I was home for and the house they were determined to destroy.

However, my kids don't sleep much these days. Naps are something I remember with fondness and some days I am convinced they are part rooster. Up before dawn and determined to have everyone else up too. Although roosters are quieter. MUCH quieter.

Just this morning I slipped out of the bed at 5:00 am to pray and was greeted by a six year old who had obviously been up for some time. While am a morning person, this baffles me. 5:00 is for sleeping or a bit of self-sacrifice. Not for sitting and thinking about Toy Story Three (which is what he had been doing.)

I am SO tired of blaming everything on the dumb surgery, but I still am weary to the bone when those little boys hit the bed to dream of dinos and movies and mommies who give them big desserts. (the dessert thing will only happen in their dreams.) The last thing I want to do is think. I feel like the mommy of very little brain.

All this rambling to say is that I have not found the time to blog like I'd like. I've gotten out of the habit of writing. And when you break a habit, it's hard to get it back.

But I'm gonna.

I miss it. I miss talking to myself. I miss talking to you. I miss making myself laugh (even if no one else does.) I miss spilling my thoughts out onto the screen. I also miss recording the everyday stuff that I will want to read again when the roosters have flown the coop.

So bear with me. The grammar will be rusty, the sentences far too long. But come heck or high water I am gonna try.