Every once in a while ... when I'm writing my blogs ... and I'm grateful that in a sense there is a journal of me ... a permanence of my being ... until the interwebz disappear anyway ... I wonder what my kids will think if they ever come back and read it all ... will they think I was crazy? ... will they be proud that I'm their mom? ... will they have kids of their own and relate? ... I love those little munchkins more than anything else in the universe ... and I hope that when they get truly inside my head ... that they don't think less of me ...
