Why

A question I ask myself at least every day it seems like. WHY did you dump out every bucket of toys in your room? WHY did you have to pick that bee up and WHY are you surprised that it stung you? WHY do we now have a pile of rocks in the living room? Which leads us to WHY I’ve decided to become like the millions of other women out there and start a blog about… well, I guess about our life. I’m quite sure it’s not going to be that exciting and I’m not positive anyone is even going to want to read it, but at least it will get my mom off my back and give me something to do in the long evenings ahead while I’m waiting for the baby to wake up ANY minute and boys to finally go to sleep.