I've been forced back into blogging.
Okay, not forced. Let me explain.
See, I have a really bad habit of scrolling through my phone while I soak in the tub. Stupid, right? Especially stupid, seeing that Remy chewed a hole through my Otterbox. Let's reflect on that for a second. He like a damn puppy.
Okay. I dropped my phone in the tub. It was one of those life flashing before your eyes, slow motion, OH CRAP moments.
Thankfully, it still functions minus the nice hazy effect that the camera now has. What does this have to do with blogging? Well, we are in no position to be running out and buying new phones solely for the purpose of a camera. And we all know that I have a very hot, steamy love affair with Instagram.
So, I guess it's back to real pictures with a real camera on my REAL blog for the time being.
I think I've pinpointed why it is that I've been shying away from writing here. Of course, it is definitely related to the fact that I have four children who keep me really busy and the first moment I have to relax, the only thing I want to do is eat a chocolate bar in front of the TV. But really? It's insecurity. I have a tendency to write as I speak. I rarely proofread. I use terrible grammar and more cliches than you can shake a stick at. I've gotten more than one comment about my "horrendous abuse of the English language."
But there's more.
I've felt a stirring in my heart these past few months. I've hinted at it in other posts. It started as a whisper and now it's a loud, booming voice that can't be ignored. A call back to my faith.
Back home to the Catholic church.
With those sorts of personal changes comes opinions and judgment. And I really wasn't ready to open myself up to that before now.
This week has been full of bad weather, broken heaters, worries about health, and more calls to doctors' offices than I'd like. Spare a prayer for us?