I can't believe that it's been three years since I've written a post.
A lot happens in three years. I had another baby (a boy!) and started working part-time (at night so I could take my pumpkins with me until my husband gets off work). We've been through a lot of adjustments and tonight while writing up my list of "to-do's" for tomorrow, it occurred to me that I used to like to write, which reminded me of this blog, which then prompted me to go find the address book I keep all my passwords in, which turned into an hours-long re-reading of all the posts I'd written (including the drafts I'd never published).
My aim is to get back into it. Writing for me is cathartic, a soul-cleansing therapy session without the weekly trips to a stranger's couch. And my kids are hilarious. I shouldn't keep all the laughter to myself.
