The problem with being a mom is there is no time. This is also the beauty of being a mom - time is sometimes nearly endless, when you're lying there with a nursing baby and it's going to be another twenty minutes of dim light silence before he goes to sleep and you can even think about getting up and going to do whatever it is you have to do.
However. That thing I have to do is more often sweeping the disgusting mess under the high chair before he eats it in the morning, and leaves little time for blogging. So I am going to just try to write in short, inelegant bursts, ok?
