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Arg! You know?

I hate when this happens.  I hate when I have all these awesome thoughts and when I have a moment to get them down...they're gone.  Good ole Murph.  He's really been raging through my life these days.  Maybe it's only because I have a two and a half year old.  I'm pretty sure Murphy is running loose through the lives of all people with young children though.  I'd be pretty selfish to think he only pays attention to me.

Most of you know, or have finally come to realize, I like to write.  It's not that I write anything good necessarily, and I'd love for people to read my stuff, but I do it for my own satisfaction; to get my thoughts down.  It clears my brain.  It's been a long time since I picked up a pencil and paper; maybe it's time.  Often, I'll lay in bed thinking and actually start scripting a blog or a conversation with someone--you know, all those things I should've said!  They always sound pretty damn good too!  I should take the time to write them down WHILE I'm scripting, but alas I do not.

Back to Murphy.  I've recently seen a clever little post spread around facebook about Murphy's Law and the toddler.  It rings painfully close to reality these days.  If it can happen, it WILL happen.  Nola proves that to use time and time again, and now Heidi is following closely behind.

You know, as I write this I can't even think of some clever antidote to tell you about.  It's just life every day.  The constant tidy and clean up, chasing after and sitting with.  I never imagined I would have loved it as much as I do.

Nola and I are beginning a mom and tot swimming class tomorrow.  I'm looking forward to it.  As much as I tell her about it and as excited as she appears to be, I know she's going to love it too.  It'll be a good opportunity for us to have time together; Heidi will go to the child minding offered at the complex.

Life in general is good though.  I can't think of much to complain about or even mention.  Life is, after all, 90% maintenance.

I better stop this nonsensical ramble here.  I'm not saying anything productive and I PROMISE to write down my super-awesome thoughts the next time I'm having them!  And if I don't have a pencil and paper handy I'll short hand it into my notes on the ole iPhone.

Meh.

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