What’s in a blog?

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Well, I am finally joining the ranks of those who post their thoughts, ideas and activities on the ethereal World Wide Web. Is this in some vain hope that someone out there might be interested? Perhaps. But there's more.

I have always been fascinated with documentation and history. I also have a lousy memory, and lose more and more of those memory-retaining cells with the birth of each successive child, it seems.

I love words. Once upon a time, I faithfully kept a journal, using real paper and ink. This is a time-consuming habit that has long gone by the wayside. However, I often find myself writing journal entries in my head throughout the day—thinking what a great read that would be in a few years, if only I actually ever had the time to write it down. Of course, if I ever DO have the chance to sit down, all the clever lines and funny anecdotes I wanted to record have long since flown from the windy vault of my mind.

At long last, perhaps this, ah this, will work. Maybe if I make it my homepage, so I cannot forget about it. Maybe…

If anyone else finds entertainment from the reading thereof, that is a bonus.

I admit my desire to begin a blog is almost purely selfish—so looking back at my life in a few years, there isn't this long stretch of blurred history where all I can remember are vague impressions of millions of diaper changes blended with getting up in the night for months at a time, controlling three-year-old temper tantrums in the grocery store, and calling the loo a "potty" and nothing else.

Perhaps I'll actually REMEMBER all those cute things my kids did.

Perhaps someone else will read this and realize they are not alone!

Then I will look back and laugh at this first blog, when I was trying to type and breastfeed at the same time. (This looks awkward, and believe me, it's not as easy as it looks!)

Jason has been away, and in that time, I have managed to do a little bit of everything, and accomplished nothing, really. I got part of a wall painted in my kitchen. I got 1 1/2 scrapbook layouts done. I almost finished LAST week's laundry, so I can finally get started on THIS week's! The never-ending cycle.

What did women do a hundred years ago when they did their dishes and clothes by hand? How did they ever manage to have free time when they had to make clothes for their entire family? I imagine "free time" was a concept unknown to them.

Well, apparently Skipper (DS1) needs me to go protect him from the Sharp Tooth in the Land Before Time movie he's seen dozens of times already. A mother's work is never done. Perhaps I should enjoy these interruptions more—soon enough he may have little need for me at all.

TTFN!