I had good intentions.
I thought that by *not* blogging, I would have all this free time on my hands.
When I quit blogging, I printed out all my old posts and bound them into books. They sit on a shelf, and get more air time than any of the family scrapbooks.
Cause they are *one* book per year.
A manageable little time capsule of our family life.
When I quit blogging, I had envisioned hand-writing volumes of intensely personal family history, rich with deep thoughts, and words of infinite wisdom to bestow upon my posterity.
I don't hand write anything. My hand cramps up. I hate writing!
Truth was, 2010 was a super crappy year.
I didn't record anything.
I didn't really even take pictures.
I lacked the motivation! Who knew that this stupid blog of mine motivated me to at least document our paltry lives?
2010 was the year of broken bones, knocked out teeth, a dead camera, starting a business, lots of football games and beginning Wrestling.
It was also the year cancer touched our lives.
It was a year of sadness, balanced out with miracles.
It was a year that was not documented, and it needed to be.
It totally needed to be.
My kids would even ask "Are you going to put this on your blog?"
So, 2011, I am coming back, baby!
I am clearly too lazy to hand write in a journal.
Blogging has become the easiest way for me to get my feelings down.
Plus, I miss the validation.
Your comments make me feel like maybe I haven't been chugging down on the crazy sauce. Like maybe other people struggle with the same things I do...and let's laugh about it together.
If Britney can (sort-of) make a come-back, then I can too!
Although I will be wearing more clothing.