Sigh.

Will my children ever sleep through the night? All of them, all night, in their own beds? It's going to get awfully crowded when they're teenagers.

Brain dump

So I was talking to my uber-wise and fabulous sister-in-law this morning, and she asked if writing is my passion. Interesting question, I thought, and one that I've been pondering all day. People pay me to write, and it's an outlet for creativity that I can't find elsewhere - I'm not a painter or a sculptor or a filmmaker. So I guess that if I indeed have a passion, writing must be it. But I don't keep a journal (though I love reading my required journal writings from junior high and high school - such angst!)... and my brain is full of stuff that needs to be purged. This shall be the place for that purging.