ok, ok, i'm blogging

Narcissistic? Maybe. Satisfying conversations with myself when nobody else wants to hear it? Definitely. 4 kids running around post-meal, pre-bath-reading-bed. DH playing guitar pretending to be oblivious. My quick task at hand: why "books and kids"? Because they both define me and shape my life in meaningful, ongoing ways. They are not my identity, but a big part of my life, and I would not want to be living life without either. Of course I feel the same about other facets of life - marriage for one - but our marriage is not for web posting, it's just us and it is more private and somewhat less interesting to discuss. I look forward to growing through these talks with me; it occurred to me today that talking to myself is almost as beneficial as talking with a friend as far as feedback, discovery, unveiling hidden thoughts and habits of mind, and so on. And so, on to the laundry piles to be put away, the kids to love on and read to, the glass of Trader Joe's vino, the quiet time with DH.