My first blog

As I sit here, writing the first blog of my life, I am surrounded by unwashed supper dishes, a carpet that could definitely use vacuuming and many baskets of folded laundry screaming to be put away. Only a couple hours worth of work there. No problem! This is the story of my life and probably the story of every other homemaker out there. The work is relentless and the pay – absolutely terrible. I am home to raise my three young daughters and I think I am doing a pretty good job so far. They seem content and are pleasant little girls. However, if my house could have a say in rating my performance I would be failing miserably. There are some times when I actually would not be worried about someone dropping in unexpectedly, but most of the time I just hope that those that do drop by do not twist their ankles on a Barbie doll.

I have always enjoyed writing and find that my time for doing so is dwindling with each passing day. I also love using computers, surfing the internet, and sharing my thoughts, so I guess I make a good candidate for a blogger. And so, here I am. For tonight anyway. I am not sure how regularly I will be able to keep this up but I sure will try. I meet with a writer’s group every month and my incentive for writing is to avoid paying a loonie – the consequence of not doing my homework. So there should be an entry at least once a month. Afterall, a loonie is more than my annual salary!