#201

I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to take time before I crawl in to bed to tell the world (or more accurately, the 2 people that read this) about my thoughts and my feelings. About my day. About my failings and my missteps. I don't want to take the time to pour myself in to the crazy world of cyberspace when I get nothing in return.

I am not learning anything. I am not feeling fulfilled. I am just not...

I havent written anything creative in 2 months. I haven't felt like I have been enlightened by hindsight. I do t think my parenting or marriage styles have improved. I am still overweight and lazy. Definitely not thinking this was a good idea.

And that's the thing. There is no one that is making me do this. There is no one to hold me accountable to finish this. Just me. And it would be great to finish something for a change.

So here is another day. I woke up and immediately put on my mommy hat. A while later I put on my disgruntled wife hat. I was a cook, a comforter, a disciplinarian, a smart ass, a doctor and a patient. I went through this day with struggles and a few smiles.

Very few smiles.