I haven't written for a while, well because quite honestly, I'm sick of the sound of my own voice.
Truly, I just hear this screechy whiny whinging. I read back over what I've written lately and it just seems annoying.
Life is hectic at the moment. Life is busy. Life is tiring. Life is trying. But it's also wonderful, funny and joyful. Some times it's helpful to write. I feel like I'm getting something out of it and possibly giving something to someone else. But at the moment, it feels negative.
I've spent the past couple of days just relishing in the kids and their meltdowns and their crying and their moments. And soon, I'll have something to write and share. For now I'm just going to live life in all its glory for a while.