A late beginning

I supposed this encapsulates the majority of my life.  I have lots of beginnings, but they're mostly late.  I don't want to procrastinate, but there you have it, late beginnings.  I've been meaning to do this for a couple of years but only just got started five days ago.

I would like to say "I don't know how time got away from me. How could it take five days to start a blog?", but I know the truth.  I "procrastinate" because every time I sat down to set up the blog or write, something happened that drew me away.  Oh yeah, I don't know what to call this blog, that took 2 days for us to decide. Then there are a plethora of issues that crop up as soon as I sit down.  Tibug texts me, Doodlebug needs help going potty, Baby Boo is into..."No, no, no, baby.  Give me the knife you climbed onto the counter to get"...well, he's into everything.  Finally kids' bedtime rolls around (my favorite time of the day) and I am too pooped to do more than sit and watch dust lint floating around the room. It's curious just how interesting dust lint can be.

Despite the job, the game store, dinner, preschool, shopping, tiredness, and the countless excursions to get Baby Boo out of everything, I have it good.  Not all of the time, mind you, but I still have it good.  That's what I want from this blog...to write down the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful so that when my kids are at their wit's end with their kids and jobs and life, they can see that I was there once upon a time.  I want to express  my thoughts and feelings that I keep forgetting to tell them.  I want my Tibug, my Rosie, my Doodlebug, and my Baby Boo to feel how special and how crazy they were when none of us remember the little things.  I hope I can capture the feelings I have as I watch them grow.  (I know, I know, I'm late beginning this since Tibug is 24, Rosie is 11, Doodlebug is 4 and Baby Boo is 21 months)

One day, (HA, can you see the procrastination coming on like a freight train?) I plan to re-type and/or scan the amazing letter my mom sent me last Friday.  She hand wrote a letter to tell me her memories of my birth and childhood.  That baby was 12 pages long and I started crying as soon as I saw her handwriting.  I didn't stop crying until I finished reading and rushed out the door.  It was really special to read and I decided that I wanted my kids to have that. So here we are...a late beginning...