Ah, another day, another blog. And not such deep thoughts, really.

I've been hit with a bit of a writing slump. My blog has become more of a photo blog lately, which isn't saying much because I'm a crapola photographer. My kids are the most amazing subjects, but I'm leaning on them an awful lot for content these days.

But then I suppose that's why I started blogging, to capture a lot of the fun, precious moments that I know are so fleeting. Somewhere to look back and say, "I remember that, that was when the boy realized that even though I was likely the oldest mom compared to all his other classmates' I didn't look too shabby ", or "Isn't that special, that first time she talked back to me?"

But it's also to capture that part of me that I find is harder to define, as I become further ensconced in this role of SAHM and wife. The brief work gig that I had is just wrapping up, and I have a feeling that I really ran myself down with the stress of it all. This cough that hubs jokingly coined my "5 month old sailor choke" is actually manifesting into its name. Having to prove to myself more than even the outside world, that I still had a brain that was worthy of more than ABCs, 123s and potty training, knowing that I was driving around a bit for work, and not just as a chauffeur to a 7 year old prince. That combined with the holidays, birthdays... I'm just wiped.

Yesterday when I was getting the kids their snack, I saw a doll just lying on the ground in my path and I just gave it a little kick out of my way. Couldn't be bothered to pick it up. I'm getting good at ignoring things that way; hubs, who's a bit of a neat freak just thought it was funny how I hoofed it. So at least he still loves me.

Maybe it's the weather, and feeling huffy-puffy, not too inspired. I think I may need some nice sunshine and beach time, but doubt that will happen this year.

Oh, whoa is me, whine, whine, whine.

Maybe some retail therapy is needed. Yeah, that's the ticket. Let's hit Costco .... whoo-ee, can't contain myself!!!

Check back later.