somewhat depressed at the sad state of my words.

i’ve been reading past posts this evening.  not quite sure how i started into it, but once i arrived in the time frame of having only one child, i realized that it is most definitively TRUE that pregnancy and birth cause brain cells to die.  or at the very least, the busyness of thought that is required to care for three children and their separate needs is enough to drain other parts of the mind entirely. i was shocked as i read my own words — the creativity of post titles, the things i thought to write about, the time i had taken to work out my contemplations.  i am a writer. i am a writer.  i am reciting this mantra to myself, while simultaneously reminding my inner finger-pointer that in the mean time, between my more impressive word-smithing and now, i’ve learned a language and birthed two babies.  yes.  those are major feats.  self: don’t forget it!

in other news — bryan’s parents should land in half-an-hour! they will spend two weeks with us, spoiling our precious babes and attempting to survive the extreme humidity.  we are so very glad to have them.