For the past few weeks stories have been circling around in my head. Random thoughts intersect and chase each other down, my fingers itch for a keyboard. I have so many things I want to write about, but I haven't.
Instead I walk around holding the Baby while she fusses. She has the cold that we all have, and it makes her miserable. So I walk, and rock, and entertain, and in the times when she is asleep I try to stay on top of the housework and the school work and take care of my other children who feel neglected if I don't take care of them once in a while as well. Sometimes I sleep too, rarely. Because, as much as I like writing, and as much as I want to devote time to becoming a better writer and recording things to remember later, it's more important to me to hold my baby when she cries, to wipe the tears and feed the bodies of the children who need me, and to live life as it is right now.
So, I'll have lots to say when I get the time. Until then, I'm holding the baby.