My first attempt at blogging was fun, though disappointingly short-lived. Between trying to make sure my son didn’t kill himself, dedicating hours to trying to muster up the motivation to at least attempt cleaning the house, and running around after my over-sized toddler of a husband (I say that endearingly) trying to clean messes as he makes them, it’s pretty safe to say blogging rightly took a backseat to real life. Especially considering I was trying to blog about something kind of controversial and thought evoking. That’s not happening this time, though! No siree, this time my goal is to slap all my random brain sludge into random blog posts for the enjoyment of others. So think of this as my sort of online journal. You know, the kind of journal where you have to be careful what you say or else a crazy person might come along and try to destroy your life. Whoo! Exciting!

I have my kids to thank for giving me something to write about. They seriously keep me thoroughly entertained throughout the day. In fact, sometimes I wish they’d entertain me a little less…  because it would seriously be nice to, at least every once in a while, go through an entire day without having the house completely destroyed. It’s bad enough that in the area in which we live, we’re basically sardines in a can.

Sardine can + constant mess = straitjacket mom.

Our apartment wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for all the dang baby stuff we have. Don’t get me wrong, I totally love having all kinds of cool toys and tools for my kiddos. They’re awesome for the kids, but aren’t so awesome to have in a small apartment that has basically no storage area. But hey, we can’t all have everything in life, right? At least I don’t live in a cardboard box. It would be absolute hell to try to fit all the baby stuff in there.

So yeah, maybe I’ll keep up with this blog, maybe I won’t. One thing is for sure: I’m not going to let it stress me out either way. So stay tuned for the next episode of “I Stayed Up Way Past My Bed-Time to Write This!”