It's been a while, and I missed you.....

I have missed you oh blank canvass! The voices in my head have had no medium in which to hold discussion. I miss archiving the mundane wonderfulness that is my life. The last we spoke I was pursuing you thru MySpace. But alas you were out shined by my new friend FaceBook. Thru FaceBook I can keep up with who is working out, tired, hungry or having a great Monday. It's probably too much false closeness, but I love it. The new phone Brad got me has Twitter all ready to go, all I have to do is join the Twitterverse. But I am reluctant, can my life be summed up in 160 characters?
Sometimes I question why I write, it comes in spurts and often leaves me frustrated. But then I look back and realize I have journaled in one form or another for 15 years. I'm scared this go round won't have the sweet retrospective feel it did on MySpace. Now Tate is the terror that rules my life. Now I battle with the urge to run out the door into the night in hopes that Brad would marry a woman capable of raising Tate to fulfill her destiny of world domination. I never thought a three year old would be the force that brings me to my knees.
I know I am cut out for stay at home motherhood. My house is well kept, my children semi well behaved on occasion, and I feel like this is my place in the world. But the mommy doubt is creeping in more and more. How can I have two children raised exactlly the same, yet so differnt? I always thought if you put the same ingeidents in to two difernt pots the outcome would be the same, welll boy was I wrong!
Goodbye for now. I'll beback again in a day or two when I need the therapy of clicking keys and semi-cohearant thoughts.