Posted in personal
July 22, 2010

Me, just me.

In scrolling through a lot of my recent posts, I haven’t talked much about me. Mostly just my opinions on things.

I’d like to say that I’m just not that interesting, at least not to myself. You see, in my mind have worlds that are waiting to be written. So I spend any time not with my children in those worlds, trying to put them to paper. I have a big supernatural epic thing that’s been in process since I got married. A pirate epic that’s been in process for nearly that long. I wrote it, and apparently I was thinking along the same lines as the writers for Pirates of the Caribbean, because there were a lot of similar elements. So I’m still reworking that. The last thing I’d want is for someone to think I’d ripped off the movies.

I also worry that if I write too much about my kids, I’ll become your annoying internet friend. The one who writes about nothing but her children and is fascinated by poop. Poop! Rest assured, I am just as annoyed by poop as the rest of you are, though at this age in my kids’ lives, our lives revolve around it.

Most of my day is spent with my kids. Making sure that they don’t murder each other while wrestling, or that the youngest doesn’t ingest something that will kill him. They are hilarious. But I realize that everyone thinks their kids are brilliant and hilarious, so I don’t blog about it.

I want to blog more about food, but I have no camera. Food posts aren’t very interesting without a camera, and I could put together more videos, but that would involve me making myself look fabulous- and usually the days I want to cook, I’m all about hanging out in my pajamas. There’s nothing worse than killing a good pajama day by making yourself look fabulous.

That said, I hope that everyone’s having a wonderful week. Despite the fact that I’ve been worried about TheBoy’s hours, it’s been a good week here in the house. Our oldest is using the bathroom regularly without being hassled (the downside of boys two years apart is that the youngest was born just as we were starting to potty train the first and he became very defiant). The youngest is talking more and more, and saying the strangest things. I have actually gotten some sleep, despite the fact that the boys wake me up at 6 a.m.. I will invest in blackout curtains for their room.

Now I’d better get back to the kids. I’ve been writing this post for the better half of an hour, only because they’re busy wrestling and that comes with a fair amount of bumped heads and other “boo-boo”s. And there is no better medicine, for them at least, than a kiss from Mom.