I miss journalling. Usually my great ideas for blog entries appear during the day when I'm changing a diaper, transferring the wet laundry into the dryer, or quickly checking emails while Sophia naps. I try to remember the topic I want to blog about, but by the time the late evening rolls around, and I've put babe to sleep, my muse has long gone and probably tucked herself into bed. And at that point, I'm passing out on the couch, too fatigued to even move myself to my spot on the left side of the bed let alone even open up the laptop to string some coherent sentences together on this blog.
With hubs gone for the evening tonight, and babe sleeping, I've decided to return to one of my favourite hobbies, writing. It's funny, I journeyed back to my notes I used to write on Facebook, back when writing notes on Facebook was somewhat cool. Looking back they are all a big fromage fest; but regardless, I remember how I used to enjoy writing.
So, with leftover New Year's Eve champagne sans bubbles in hand, Coldplay's Mylo playing in the background, I write....
