I'm coming home. Life seems to have loosened up its hold--for now at least--and I think I may have the space to spend some quality time with you again.
I decided to start writing again for a couple of reasons. I missed writing birthday letters to my kids, and on the few times I looked you up to reference some bit of information, I realized that I'm not documenting such important milestones and kid gems as No Flying In Your Underwear and Those Little Green Guys Are at it Again.
I can't promise I'll be entertaining, prolific, or even remotely interesting. Heck, I don't even know what I want to write about. Husband surely gives me plenty of good material, but he's generally off limits due to matters of marital privacy and such. I recently threatened Sassy Daughter that I was going to blog about her if she didn't get a new attitude. I have a feeling she may give me plenty of things to contemplate online as she enters her teen years in just a couple months. My boys constantly bring funnies to my days, so please just let me humor myself by writing about them. The gardens and chickens...I actually have a chicken story in the queue. Then there's just the general life activities that start or fill up conversations: books, movies, food, projects, cleaning supplies, good deals, and so on.
It already feels pretty good to be back.