Starting up and out of gas
Now that I've typed my first two lines into my brand-spanking-new blog, I am already feeling satisfied with the name I chose. I hate choosing clever (well, mine are typically not at all clever) nicknames and have always considered myself a non-crafty person in general (don't ask me why I associate being able to choose clever names with being crafty, but I do). Anyway, though, I have been completely distracted the whole time I've been typing. I'm sitting on my couch, working on some school work, and watching my husband fog up the house with a can of Lysol while my 22-month old (Aiden) chases him around.
Why the Lysol? The Lysol is a necessity at this point because my 4-year old (Ethan) puked all over about an hour ago. Now that the puke has passed, though, Ethan is in great spirits and can't stop telling me about the stupid show (Digimon) on tv. Normally he would not be watching a show like this, but he was sick and I turned on the tv for him and let him get totally engrossed in whatever was on. Not a great parenting choice, I know. Anyway, I can tell he thinks that if he keeps telling me about these characters and the cool action they're involved in that I will grow to love this show and let him watch it whenever he wants. Not likely, Ethan, but I'll give you that bad news after your poor little belly is feeling better. I have a hard time being strict when there is a puke bucket right next to his little head, you know.
So, could I be more distracted? I don't know if I have the stamina, time, or overall writing ability to continue this journal. I feel like my tank is on E already. But we'll see.