My story is being lost.
The last two years are just gone.
People think social media is bad for whatever reasons.. But let me tell ya, if it wasn't around I'd be sobbing like a baby right now.
I haven't had time to blog, to tell my stories.. Just little tidbits and 9 million pictures..
I do have hope that when the day comes and my babies stop being babies and I'm all psycho hardcore empty nesting, I'll be able to go back day by day and piece together this time.
Anally, of course, cuz that's how i do.
I pray i will remember the stories behind the photos, and be able to do them justice.
Until then, bear with me.. Facebook is my record. My memory. All my pictures go there because i am kryptonite to electronics, and it's just the way it is.
My page is for me. I plaster it for my own benefit.
Not to show off, or cuz I think you all are super interested in a bazillion pictures of my kids sleeping :)
Yes, I realize some of you nut jobs are.
And that's why i love you ;)
If anyone wants to pitch in to buy me one of those books made out of my facebook feed....... Lol.. I'm totally going to invest in that eventually.
As for tonight.. I'm headed into round 4 of baby Tetris to reclaim my leg and pillow.. And then sleep might happen.
When I'm done dwelling on moments I'll never have again.
Also, i really want chips and nacho cheese.
Neither situation can be remedied.
Damnit.
