Strange, the compulsion to blog. In effect I am sharing with the world things that I'm not necessarily sharing with those closest to me (if in fact anyone will ever find this page). I believe in that old saying - just because it happened to you doesn't mean its interesting, and so this is part therapy for me, and part recess for my friends.

It's late at night and I should be in bed because

tomorrow my husband is working and I won't get to sleep in. I've just returned from my hockey game and still need a minute or two to wind down - something that certainly has come much easier now that I'm so tired from getting up several times a night to feed my 4 month old baby. She won't take a bottle but she's surprisingly patient with my being away for 3 hours for a game. I had a pretty good one, and maybe its coming back to me after my 7 month absence to grow my girl. I was worried there for awhile, I thought the fatigue would get to me. Did I also mention when they're breastfeeding they suck your brains out? It definitely helps when you can remember some of the basic rules of hockey, and there's been a couple of moments there when I've been lucky to remember my own name.

Hello World

After keeping a journal for 10 years, and then not (for another 10 years), I've felt the urge again to write, if only to have a place to rid myself of all my paranoid and hopeless thoughts. At one time writing in a journal helped calm me - little did I know how much I would need it now. The reason? I have kids, and that changes everything.