Once upon a time,
In a land far, far away,
I was a blogger.
Like an almost legit blogger.
People followed me even.
Sometimes I wrote about things I thought about.
Most of the times, I wrote about things I didn't think about at all.
Or I thought about too much.
Point being, I wrote things.
Now, I don't have time to write things.
But I think about writing things all the time.
Things like how I'm a big fan of vaccines.
And how awesome breast feeding is.
And how I'm a huge fan of the dishwasher until it's time to unload the dishes.
And how I'm totally a liberal conservative. I love Phil Robertson and gay people.
And how hard folding laundry is with kids around.
And how I totally blame the church for Obamacare.
And how awesome not breast feeding is.
Things like how awesome homeschooling AND traditional schooling are.
Things like how hard it is just to be consistent with kids.
But how awesome kids are in general.
And how bizarre it is that I occasionally find my husband humming the theme song for Sophia the First.
Not to mention, how difficult it is to maintain friendships as an adult.
And how amazing God is. Like seriously.
And how downs syndrome is one of the most beautiful syndromes.
And how hard race training is.
And how I feel that media and social media build more walls than they tear down.
But mostly how amazing God is.
So basically, I'm very vanilla.
And you just wasted 2.5 minutes of your life.
Maybe next year, I'll post something even more irrelevant.
Bated breath, right???