Let me set the scene as I write: my two year old and my five year old are playing “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” on a toy with no volume control while they sing at the top of their lungs, jump on the couch, and simultaneously try to watch an old episode of “Davey and Goliath.” Not exactly a writer’s haven. But, it’s time to face facts. I am thirty-three. If I wait until I have a nice sunny office with a white desk and a piping cup of coffee, I’ll never write anything, other than my name on teachers’ notes and perfect-as-a-mom-can-make-it lettering on those presentation boards for school projects. Thus, this blog is born.
Now that I’m in my thirties, I’m discovering some things. Things like tricks for getting crayon off of a variety of surfaces. And how to make a pair of jeans last for four or five wearings before washing. And how to use coupons and a crock pot. Plus, I may be trying to set a record for the number of poopy diapers changed in a ten year period. But, there are deeper and more substantial things to learn in this decade, things that are not so funny to think about. And, I’m tackling those, too.
So, this is it—the online record of this fantastic decade. And maybe, if I limit the poopy diaper stories, someone besides my mom will read it.