I'm baaaack

OK. So it's been a while.
Hello Internet. Or rather, hello the 12 people who follow me.

OK. More like, hello the 12 people who follow me who I already know and have talked to recently because nobody else follows this blog. But whatevs. Let's not split hairs.

 Where did I go? Why am I back? And, most importantly, what kind of shoes am I wearing? All important questions. I'll start with the shoes. I'm barefoot. I was wearing a very cute pair of plaid Sperrys earlier, but after an  hour or two at the mulch covered park they were filled with little mulchlets and I took them off so as to avoid splinters and chipped toenail polish. Now my toes are cold. Told you it was important.

Where did I go?
I felt like I had nothing new to say. I think everyone and their sister is sick of mommy blogs. What unique did I bring to the market? Not much. I mean. Sure, I'm cute and witty. But so are at least 2 or 3 others. I was finding it difficult to have anything I thought was interesting enough to post. I'd start a post. Read it. Roll my eyes at myself. Then go play on Facebook for an hour. Which invariably ended with me going to bed too late to function well in the morning. And there is nothing toddler boys do better than smell out weakness in the mother figure. After too many mornings allowing Dunkin Donuts to feed The Big Boy, I stopped. I wish I could say that curbed the Dunkin Donuts habit. Or the late nights. Or the Facebook addiction. It did none of the above. "A" for effort?

Oh right. I also had a baby.
The Chica Love joined the family in May and she is the straight up sweetest baby girl ever. Ever. Sorry, other moms. She really is. I mean, I'm sure yours is cute and all. But someone has to be best. There is nothing wrong with second. Chica Love simply won't ever have to experience it. She's that awesome.
Chica Love's arrival is something I'll have to devote an entire post to. Someday.

Which brings us the bigger question: Why am I back?
Excellent question. So glad you asked.
I have kind of a lot going on right now. New baby. Potty training (also another post. Maybe another blog. Potty training is not for the weak. I wonder why people ever gave up diapers in the first place. I think we should start a movement to make diapers socially acceptable. Who's with me? I know the Depends Lobby is straight up salivating at this idea...). Keeping the house clean ("clean": Nobody from Hoarders is knocking on my door). Dieting. You know. Nothing new.

But there is Big News. The real reason I'm back.
Med School.
Maybe.

I know what you're thinking: "Shouldn't you pick a career you could actually start before you die?" Probably. But I've never been known for doing things logically. Where's the fun in that?

So I'm back. Mostly to blog about how it all goes down. Some to try to figure it out. It's not an easy decision. It's a major life change. It's a big deal. I'm 37 in my early 30's not as young as I used to be and considering a complete career change that involves 12 years of education and training. I have kids. A house. I'm pretty sure a husband in the mix somewhere. How is this all going to work? Will it? SHOULD it? I don't know. But I figure, if I'm going to do it, I might as well share it with the world.

Or the 12 people who actually read this.
Or at least pretend to.