Slack Blogger returns to her half-cocked effort.

You know I think I will get used to the idea of talking to myself, just for the sake of removing the endless stream of conversation from my head.
Even though my kids are old enough to talk back, they really don't want to listen to my musings, and probably no one else would either.
I am a communicator, someone who has to talk in order to function, it makes staying home with kids all day somewhat of a challenge in that department.I keep thinking about my baby, and how she insists on calling me dada. I know she knows I am mummy, and she calls her dad dadd-y-, but she grins at me like she knows it annoys me, but she is going to do it regardless.
I grin back knowing full well darling , that all girls grow up to be their mother.
I also wanted to tell someone, anyone how much I am enjoying sitting in my garden as I type.
Thank the Lord for my new Garden, and wireless broadband, now if he could just invent quiet traffic, and trains, I would be in utopia.