I need a routine in my life that is mine, not solely focused on caring for my children.

That’s still sorta funny to me; children. I have “kids” now, not just one daughter. I do like saying “my girls” quite a lot. I’m sure my friend C will relish saying “my boys” in the near future, too. Just something about that, I don’t know.

Anyway, I have a few minutes to my own self this dark windy Wednesday morning, while My Girls sleep, and my husband is hundreds of miles away in the City. I’m having yesterday’s coffee over ice. I’m thinking about how I’ve owned this domain name jane.org for fifteen years now, which is crazy. I used to blog daily. Daily! And code it by hand. By hand! What!

But I think perhaps to mark fifteen years of blogging, I should take it more seriously. It is, after all, my only creative outlet at the moment, unless you count the seventeen handmade Valentine cards I’ll be making this weekend for Freya’s preschool class. Maybe I should actually start sticking to a blogging schedule, and actually put some thought into my entries, instead of just typing whatever is in my head when I open the “new post” tab. Heh.

So. Look for that. Tuesdays and Saturdays? More than twice a week might be a bit much right now. But it’s something. It makes me feel like I am doing something that’s mine. I love being a mother, love it more than I ever dreamed I would, but I’m not going to let this 24/7 work take away the fact that I was once, a very long time ago, a writer.