I think I might be just beginning to get the hang of this blogging thing. It still has the feeling of a new shoe. It's not quite comfortable, but you can tell that once you really break it in, you'll never want to throw it away. Maybe.

Over the last several days, I can't count how many times something has happened and I've thought to myself, "I've got to write about that." But I haven't. I'm not sure why, except maybe that I feel like it might be too trivial or weird, or I don't want to sound grouchy or.......... Feels sort of like an excuse. Actually its not that I haven't worked on them, but rather I haven't finished them. So I think I'll try to finish them. And then I'll post them. Maybe.

Right now though, I'm sitting at my computer, wanting to sort through all of the things flying through my head, but my children are demanding my attention, the stack of papers beside me is cause horrible guilt, the evil eye of the unwashed laundry is staring at me from behind the door, and... And. There's always an and. It seems my time is never mine. That's the life of a mother is what some would tell me. I'm a little skeptical.

I'm going to try to focus. I really want to jot some things down that have been on my heart and mind. Stay tuned.