Trying to get a grip on your sanity with two small children is a little like wrestling with a greased up watermelon in a swimming pool. (We've all done that right? Maybe a greased up pig in a pen for my Southern friends.) You keep thinking you have a grip and it keeps flying the hell out of your arms.
I thought that if I could just cut out all the unnecessary bits of my life I would become a more focused and therefore better, happier wife and mother. You know the one that has the crafts done, the house clean, dinner made and a smile. What I failed to realize was that when you cut yourself off from the other watermelon rasslers you start to feel like you're the only one in the pool. Getting pulled under the water with hands full of Crisco and no goddamn watermelon.
So I'm back. Hiatus over. I'm not sure how much I'll post, but I do know that without some outlet and connection other than family I'm just a greasy loner.