To blog or not to blog that is the question

My Mother says I should write.  I am a terrible writer.  My thoughts move faster than I can put into words.  I find those who are able to write and do it well to have some super focus superpower.  My blog shall be a horrific jumble of mommybrain thoughts, self indulgent pity parties, annoying stories about my kids, and crazy religious/philosophical/experience driven rants.  It shall be an unedited grammatical mess full of typos and disorganized, probably incomplete thoughts.  That's how I roll.

Are you in?

So we can now establish that I am a terrible blogger...beyond terrible. But I now have a purpose for my blog. One of my dearest friends is leaving in about 15 minutes. She is moving to Abu Dabi in the United Arab Emerits (UAE) for two years. My only saving grace (other than pure denial) is that she will be back. The last time I made such a good friend she also moved...to Michigan. What is up with that? Either I have terrible luck or I am a great good luck charm. People befriend me then their husbands get great job opportunities. Anyway, Angie is going to blog about her experiences so I will do the same to keep her updated on the happenings in our little twon. So, when she gets back she can pick right back up. By that time I am sure another new friend will be moving...maybe this time to Mars.

I told you so

I did warn you that writing was not my forte, did I not? It has taken me all of this time to get the urge to write again. Sure I sat at the computer many times with thoughts spinning around but could not think of anything profound enough to put in print. Pathetic. Anyway, now I am the proud Mommy of 4 children. And what I have to say is, "What was I thinking?" Don't get me wrong. I would not give any of them back (most days), but geez. 4 is quite a handful...4 handfuls to be exact. So here I am ignoring the thumping sound coming from my son's room so I can briefly escape via my computer. Sad to say on many days it is my only contact with the outside world. Nope, I can't do it. I am afraid that the old rickety crib is going to collapse on my little jumper. Gotta run!

Not My Forte

The written word is not my forte. I am much more of a verbal kind of girl. However, as I spend more and more time with my kids, I find myself babbling nonsensically. This blog is meant to be a collection of my thoughts on living day to day with three (soon to be four) children ages 5 and under. It is a brief escape from the chaos in the other room, a chance to collect my thoughts, calm down, and hopefully recharge before reentry into the world of boogy noses and tackling toddlers. Speaking of...here we go again!