Yeah, you know the one.
“I’m not dead yet.”
Really I’m not. If you’re on FB or Twitter, you probably know that. So why is it so hard to sit down here and write? It’s actually because I feel like I have so much to say that I don’t even know where to begin.
My boys are growing like crazy. The littlest is already SEVEN MONTHS old. Both are total sweethearts. Although the oldest is pushing his luck. Hello, three! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!
I want to leave love letters to my children. I want to talk about how hard it is to work full time from home while having the kids with you AND still freelancing. And trying to keep your sanity.
So maybe I’ve given up on that sanity bit.
Because see how scattered I am? This is my brain right now. I can rarely finish a thought without stopping and trying to remember what it was I meant to say.
Where was I?
I haven’t given up completely. Not yet, anyway. I’d like to get back to posting more than once a month. Best intentions and all that.