Curious about when a specific event happened, I looked up my blog posts from five years ago, knowing that would jog my memory. I quickly found what I was looking for, then spent some time reading through the things that I wrote about as Bryan completed his MBA. I made an interesting discovery: I actually wrote.
Yes, I realize that I write now, but I also have so many picture posts and conversation posts. And those are great, but I have come to rely on them much more than I used to. And the purpose of this blog is to attempt to maintain my ability to form coherent sentences. The cute kid pictures are a nice bonus. I don't spend as much time actually writing as I used to.
I wonder, is this a measurable difference between having three kids and having four kids? Most nights I finish bedtime and my brain feels fried. I stare at my computer in a confused stupor. Then I wander over to Google Photos and find a suitable offering.
If this is my brain on four kids, what on earth will happen in a few weeks when we graduate to five kids?
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I had a recent similar experience! I used to fill in a lot more fun details and I just don’t anymore. Maybe it’s because of more kids, but maybe it’s also because life with older kids is more complicated. Less demanding in some ways, but it feels like the days without schedule and routine where I could write while kids napped is gone!
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