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Three years

It's been three years.
I haven't made writing a priority for a number of reasons. Then there is this thing called life, and it does take over if you let it.
Rest assured, I have been knitting, swimming, running, and being generally hilarious.
Lots has happened in the last 3 years. My daughter is in kindergarten. My son is in THIRD GRADE. How does that even happen?!?
My husband is ever active with the Masons and the Shrine.
Last year, my son had a stent with HSP (Henoch-Schönlein purpura), which was a hell that deserves it's own post, honestly.
I spent the second half of the school year last year volunteering 4 days a week at the school, just to be in the building if the boy needed me. With this, I was asked to help with lots of special projects, and was even put in charge of some major things. Clearly they haven't seen the crazy yet... and they still seem to think I'm pretty rad.
Yep, I have them fooled.
Lastly, in the midst of all of the crazy that is the existence with 2 kids under 10, I decided it would be an awesome idea to go back to school.
Yep... remember the hilarious thing I was saying...?

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