Monthly Archives: September 2018

Sometimes I feel inspired for the love I have for writing. Grateful for the creativity and the opportunity to express.  At other times I think about what kind of twisted destiny puts me in a situation where I perhaps  finally find my  purpose but  cannot fulfill it because of  circumstances.

Like my current circumstances being that the A1, A2 and A3  are literally yelling at the top of their lungs right now.

I guess that’s what motherhood is really about.  Putting yourself aside for  your kids.

Or is it?

Ok they are literally on top….of me….right now.

Got to go.

And yes that’s a tube of Egg decorating glue.

Stick it to me.

My problem is that I’m way too hard on myself. I keep falling into the same patterns. Setting up huge expectations from myself then killing myself over them.

For who?

For me ?

Hold on a sec. A2 just came over she has a question.

• Are you working?
• Cause if it’s not I want the computer.
• When will you be finished?
• Where’s the tree?
• How did they take it out?
• Hello?

Hold on I got to stop writing to answer her.

Ok I’m back.  I’m sitting outside blogging on the balcony. Nowadays my kids completely hog the laptop. If I seriously look at my keypad right now I can see an old piece of chocolate cake , some playdoh in the cracks and of course a sticker.

I can’t believe A2 just realized now that our tree is gone. It’s been gone for a month! Jack just came out he has a sticker on his shirt.

And now A3.  She came out to check if we were still wearing our stickers.  All clear!

Where was I ?

Oh ya huge expectations…

Jack’s giving me a look. I think he needs to be heard, got to go.