Ah, the weekend is upon us. And we are busy making a list of things to accomplish, such as get more gas for the grill and rototill and garden, garden, garden and laura time to sew and OP farmers market on saturday and KC farmers market on sunday. It's just a lovely list.
I have many reasons why I write; some include a diary of sorts so I can remember what this is like, these bittersweet moments of having two very young boys with various medical issues, the mindset of myself (always trying to find the humor in it all, if you haven't figured that out yet), a chronicle of trying to find "me" in this chaos of mommy-ness.
But another reason why I write is to make people think. I know people with children who need more medical help than I could ever wrap my measly little brain around; I know people who think I'm somehow a saint for having to deal with the chronic allergy issues we have here. And I write to be provacative.
So dear anonymous reader who keeps leaving me seemingly horrible comments, thank you.
Words have a power, a control over people. And I'm proud to have reached a point in my writing where I can say something and someone, somewhere gets so upset that they shake their fists in the air, mumble "oh, I never" or have to say something, anything to convey how upset they are.
Knowing I am striking emotion in people -- laugher, disgust, any emotion -- that is an awesome feeling.