I wish I could upload all of the blog posts I've put in my head over the past 18 months. Some were pretty good.
I finally came over here to share a few, only to get sidetracked by reading old posts for the first time ever. Some made me cringe. I hate when I sound stupid. Some made me smile. Some made me cry. Way too many emotions to consider writing about... what was I going to write about? Now all I can think about is how to segue from 10/10 to 4/12.
My little maniacs have grown so much. My fetus is now a toddler, my tween is now a teen, and my middles have shifted from littles to mediums. I wasn't here to talk about peach fuzz or period talks or training a nature boy to wear pants. Although, we still haven't totally mastered that last one.
I can't believe I never introduced our grand finale, S, who has been the most surprising joy of my life (and I've been fortunate to have quite a few happy surprises!) Or that I missed venting about newborn fevers and spinal taps or MSPI. Or the fighting with insurance companies and doctors over multiple issues. Or changing custody arrangements. Or normal, everyday stuffs.
But I guess I mostly wasn't here doing that because I was HERE doing that!
It's been crazy. And wonderful. And miserable. And exhausting. And exhilerating. Basically, the same as before, but with another adorable maniac!
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
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