I registered for this site a while ago and have neglected coming back. I am a Hip Mama addict, although I've been down to only 15 minutes a day, as to force myself to sit down and write during naptime. That being said, I just need these few minutes daily to be by myself and write. Last Sunday I had a miscarriage at 11 weeks and being in the hospital literally made me stop and think. Life was passing by too fast, my girls growing up before my eyes and me not stopping to enjoy them, and my husband and I down the dreaded path of falling into life's mundane nature when you have kids. As my husband was whispering in my ear and squeezing my hand, I realized I just don't touch him enough, yell at the girls too much, and stress about housework too much. Whatever happened to that girl that read voraciously and did not care if there was dog hair on the floors? I guess "motherhood" swallowed me up. But, I now know, motherhood does not mean one way of doing things, it means doing them as best to fit yourself, your kids, and your partner. So, yes, my floors are going to be messy and there will probably be dishes in the sink. Maybe I can make a sign on my front door, "Beware: Parents with other priorities, no need to take your shoes off." But having the place, time, and desire to come here everyday is more than enough motivation for me. Now, if I only had the patience to count these words...I am probably close to 300 by now. Regardless, I'm glad I came back and if you read these paltry 300 words, thanks so much.