I’ve been reading and reviewing old blog entries from when Katherine was little lately and laughing, laughing, laughing at our family life. How did we ever stagger through those crazy toddler-filled years full of catastrophe? There was never enough time. There was less than no money. John was often working 60-70 hours per week and I was close to losing my mind while trying to keep the family and my sanity together.
It was a nuthouse. There were dogs everywhere. Nothing was ever clean. Reading back through now, I’m so glad I documented it because my memory of what it was like has faded in self-defense.
So I’m going to start writing again, here and there. The subject matter will vary wildly, but I want to be able to look back again on these years I’m in now.