I used to have a running blog-a-logue in my head 24-hours a day. It’s not there anymore. In its place… well, it’s not quite emptiness. No, it’s more a running to-do list, mixed with constant 4-year-old chatter and argumentation, which is slightly drowned out by a toddler’s Mariah Carey-style screeches. Couple that with my slightly perfectionistic tendency to want to write overly moving and poignant posts EACH and EVERY time, and well… by the time I get the kids to bed, I just would rather sit down and let my brain ooze out my ears while watching So You Think You Can Dance. I know it’s in there somewhere though, and I’m determined to get it back. That’s my story, and now I’m done.