Something Pretty Clever

How do you start a journal when everyone has already said everything there is to say in much smarter, funnier ways than you ever could? Well, perhaps someday, Saben will want to read this, or someday I will love looking back on it, or someday I may even let a few people see some of it. It is a public journal, but I don't think anyone knows it exists and I plan to keep it that way for at least a little while. Probably my ego will get the better of me and I'll want to share my sharp wit & insight with somebody. Actually, I just hate doing things that nobody sees.

Saben. So sweet, he is attempting to put things into my latte as I type. A felt pad for the bottom of a chair. The removable strap of suitcase. He's been particularly fond of the felt pads the last couple days. He carries them around holding one partially in his mouth, chewing on it. He's also been fond of screaming lately. At meals he points toward the table and says "this....dis....dis..." and then screams because we won't give him his heart's desire. Now he's turned on the tv and we're watching a weight loss program at high volume. SHED ALL THOSE UNWANTED POUNDS. LIFT UP THAT DERRIER.

I don't want to be a total mommy blogger, but I do want to remember mommyhood, mostly for myself and like I said, for Saben. Ok, to be honest I was thinking if I died young, he could read this. There, I said it, I am morbid. I better go get the house cleaned up before MIL gets here. So cliche. But there's just a few things left to tidy... like myself. A shower would be nice. And this turbo jam workout infomercial is driving me nuts. ITS JUST A NONSTOP TURBO PARTY FROM BEGINNING TO END