At some point

At some point I do expect life to calm down into some semblance of order.  At some point I do expect to be able to have a dedicated time to sit down and write.  At some point I do expect my house to be cleaned by magical woodland creatures while I sing.  What?  I never said my expectations were realistic.

I feel like 90% of the recent posts on here are me complaining about how I don’t have time to write anymore.  I will tell you now, there has been a lot going on in my house the past few months.  We have dealt with potty training issues, sibling rivalry, work travel, depression, lead paint, piles of leaves as tall as me, migraines, cat puke, and a weird scratching noise in the wall that I think is a mouse.  So stay tuned as I try to tackle each of these fun topics and what I may or may not have learned from the experience of dealing with them (or avoiding them).

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