I started this blog in 2004 when I was pregnant with Julian. I kept it going until he was 9, Layla was 6, and Isaac was 3. Busy life got in the way and the cute-baby-document-every-little-thing moments became fewer.
Fast forward to 2020, and now we’re in the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic, and I had begun to write about that experience. But honestly, depression put a stop to that.
Then this week, I was going to start writing (about what, I’m not sure, hence the title of this post), but found the blog was broken. I tried to fix it, but broke it, and now I don’t think I’ll ever get it back online. Which is slightly ok, because earlier this year I found a service that allowed me to print it. So I’m not completely devastated.
I guess we’ll see where this one goes.