A third of my day is spent in poop. Dirty diapers. Not even my own shit. When a third of your day is spent in excrement there isn't much time leftover for things of the mind. Like learning how to blog. So I found Blogger. And here I am. But I don't know how to use it and don't know who to ask and don't have the time to go any further. Except I want to write. Need to write about this crap ride I am on. And I love my kids. Did I mention that?
I tried to fill out my profile but it made me tired. I even uploaded a pic- but could only get one of my children's photos to surrender. I have another one (kid) just as cute as the photo of the youngest (posted). You'll just have to trust me.
I am a Mama. A Mommy. But I am a mindless Mommy. Where there once was a photographic memory, now there is rice cereal. Where I used to produce art like a machine gun, now I chop melon into non choakable pieces. I love it. I hate it. I miss my old life. I adore my new one. And this is my journey.
Stay tuned.
