The hardest part about deciding to write here again is censoring my stories.
I have a lovely story about last night, a sick kid, and a sleeping husband (who was faking).
But my children are almost 13. People we know might read this post one day. He would probably be embarrassed.
I don’t want that top happen.
Determining which stories are mine to share and which ones are better left unpublished is a challenging task at times. Our lives are so intertwined it is often hard to tease them apart and just tell my story. Most of my stories involve them at some level.
So for now, know that I have a great story that took place at 1:45am.
More Than Expected 