Summer is my favorite time of the year. My favorite season. I once read there is a real condition brought on by fall. A type of depression. I can't believe time goes by so fast. Atticus will be in Kindergarten in the fall and I will be home all day for the first time in my life in 5 years. I can understand whey fall brings on depression in people.
Also I haven't felt the urge to write in some time. Not that nothing exciting isn't happening, well nothing really exciting is happening. Life just zips by and you look up and you are somewhere between, "oh yeah I'm still cool and got it going on", to wait I've never heard of that band and I realized I'm just like every other 35 year old woman. I don't really have any special abilities, I'm not really creative. I blend in with everything else everyone does, and I seem to like being there. Examples... Beach once maybe twice a year, Grilling in the summer, a trip to Disneyland, back to school clothes, Planned birthday parties. I don't know but being right down the middle is pretty ok with me. I will be married 11 years this year and I happen to like my husband.
Next comes the hard part we have been debating, with our one and only turning 5 should we have another child? Do I have the patience? Do I really want to? I have to make some decisons.
