What is wrong with me? I promise to write and I don't. I think up fantastic posts while in the shower and by the time I've dried off and back into the depths of motherhood I forget my ponderings. When the kids finally settle at night I commit to finishing the Christmas tree and writing a blog post... neither has been accomplished yet. When the kids aren't screaming, pooping, fighting, singing, destructing, and eating, I often think of whitty and whimsical posts. But like the rest of my life - I only have time to "think" about what I want to do and not much time to "do" what I want to do.
Sorry about the writers block. It's driving me as nutzo as you I'm sure.
finding
- S.DAY
- After overcoming a decade of depression, infertility, and obesity - I've found life. And after losing over 50 lbs and then gaining it all back during a miraculous pregnancy... I'm finding the inner sday. These are my findings.
my mr
k.day
my buca
my monkey
my ohwee
my pup
Kashi
2 comments:
Hey sis, I'm kind of the same way. Don't worry about it too much. It's not necessarily a bad thing that you are too busy living life to sit down and tell others about it ; ) Love you.
Caroline Taylor always counseled me to remember, there is a time and a season for all things. Right now, tis the season to be with family and serve others--- time for blogging will come.
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