For the past four months I have written many posts, 55, to be exact, and clearly, I am a bit of a thinker.  Those of you who know me intimately are probably laughing- a bit of a thinker is the understatement of the year.  I am downright OCD.

AND I APOLOGIZE TO MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHO HAVE HAD TO HEAR ABOUT STOPPING WRITING, STARTING WRITING, WHAT THIS BLOG SHOULD BE ABOUT, ETC…BLAH, BLAH, BLAH pretty much since I started writing- I can see all your faces and I promise – no more blog talk.

A friend of mine was like “Well you write because you feel better, right? Your just venting, getting it out, right?” Someone else suggested it gives me a sense of purpose.

This blog has done neither, but I have found that I like sitting down and writing.  Writing focuses me and makes me feel like I am doing something other than park, playdates, and playdough.  The comments from readers are nice too. Makes me feel connected to the outside world.

So I am just going to keep going with the Girly Reports until I don’t feel like writing about mom stuff anymore.  I will write about whatever, the boring, the silly, the adventures, but keep my anxiety “issues” for another blog.  Contact me if you want find that blog.

I don’t want to “emerge” anymore as my previous blog description stated.  I just want to complain about the annoying, share the good stuff, or maybe confess that I drank a lot of wine and housed four pieces of pizza because I was so stressed out – And finished it off with some chocolate!

Life is hard enough, right? I’m closer to 40 now – I think I am pretty much cooked in the changing personality department and learning about myself and quite frankly, who cares!

So I leave you with this picture—I wanted to be mad but she made me laugh!