Neko

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It's funny to me, how many blogging sites I've tried over the years and yet I keep returning back to this one. I find journal entries from varying dates, spread across time like bread crumbs and somehow find my way back to them. Today, I discovered some old writings from 2012, when I still was a proper mom to my kids. Before L and H were even born. My worse entries were those when A was small and noisy and I was battling a baby who was weaning off the bottle- a sad, depressed, sleep-deprived mess of a person whose words I dare not repeat, but can easily erase from existence with the click of a button. If only my words in real life could be so easily discarded.