Static.
I'm sure I've mentioned before that sometimes all that goes through my head is static. Ben wonders how I can ignore the constant 'mommy' calls from 3 different children. Static. It's easy, really. And somehow I can still decipher between one that truly needs attention and one that doesn't, or the hacking/gurgling from Theodore that really means he needs suctioning and the one that's just noise. It's a temporary break from reality that can instantly be gone the second I sense trouble. I don't know why I feel so inclined to write this because I'm not sure how it fits into what I'm going to say. But there you have it. Information for the general public I guess. Which I'm sure will be used against me one day. I really have no direction for this post. It's been a good week on the whole. Busy but good. My mind just isn't cooperating with me. I feel like there's a lot I want to say but can't form it into anything sensible (h...