I had "Girl's Night" last night. Dinner AND a movie. After seeing Mama Mia (Sooo fun), I began to regret never keeping a diary. Take that back, I got one for my 8th birthday, wrote all about my slumber party, and the girl that hid under the bed, and never opened it again.
I did try it again when I found out I was pregnant with Princess. I was going to record all my anxieties, hopes, pains, etc.. Lasted to about week 11. I have never been one to focus on one thing too long. (The reason my favorite books are short, and I only crochet baby blankets)
Well, third time's a charm. I'm hoping this will be kind of my diary, while also being a good place to vent. (Hubby will be thankful!) I am also hoping my teacher/mom friends will not feel they are the only ones wondering if they are still sane.
