Sooo, when I started this here blog, I had nothing but time.  I was in the middle of my VERY HIGH  RISK pregnancy and after my first fetal surgery , I was ordered to bed rest.  I had moved out of my own house and in with my dad to be closer to the hospital and my doctors ,  which meant no husband or daughter or any sort of responsibility or distraction.  I was able to lay in bed and blog about my weekly doctor visits and anything else that popped into my head.

Since having my Miracle child,  life has been busy to say the least.  And so my blog suffers …   Believe me it isn’t for a lack of things to write about, I just can’t find the time to do it.  And when I do sit down to write, a million other things have happened and I can’t decide which I should share, so as I sit and ponder my eyes roam around the room and I notice things like :

*water rings on my glass table top that need to be cleaned NOW

*Dust on the media table thingy, that I’ll dust while I’m up

*Toys, toys  EVERYWHERE toys ! I’ll just pick them up really quick

And before long, my blog is the last thing on my mind.  It’s a disease, I know … but I can’t help it.  I cannot function when things are unorganized and out of place.   I can’t sleep if there are dishes in the sink , I can’t blog if the house is a mess.