I’m tired (always). Busy. Sole entertainment for the little man. Making friends outside cyberspace.
I’m also trying to decide what direction I want to go…with this blog, I mean. Obviously, the direction of MOMMY is probably the right way…the way I want to go…except…
I’ve been having these real, adult, grown up thoughts for the first time in my entire life.
Thoughts that maybe I don’t want my entire life…Kellan’s life…out there for the world to have access to. Maybe part of it comes from a few blog…trolls I think they’re called. The comments they leave are never published and the emails they send are never shared. But the mama bear in me gets all riled up and I start getting concerned for Kellan’s safety…and mine (Tim is the invincible man). I mean, I have to live forever. Duh. I can’t get hurt/sick/wounded. I have to *be here* for Kellan. It’s a realization I’ve never had before.
And this protection/survival mode is serious. We had a super fantastic security system involved over the weekend because, obviously.
Also? Lexi has 100% permission to rip the throat out of anyone who breaks in. If anything like that *did* ever happen, I’m hoping Lexi gets to them before Maddie because she’d just lick them to death. Sure, a stalling tactic but not something completely reliable.
Is what I have to say really *that* important??? It’s not like I’m Dear Abby. It’s not like…I’m not *that* big of a deal. I’m not out here changing lives or adding entertainment value…am I?