I moved us.
And I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. I didn’t even pack us up. I left dirty dishes in the sink, underwear on the floor and the milk on the counter.
You can put the milk in the frig, it will be fine.
I have thought often about changing Samsmom. Modifying the front page, removing pictures of a sick Little and overwhelmed parents but that didn’t seem right either.
So here we are.
And here I am. A new blog. The same me. Wondering what lies ahead.
I have perused my old blog many times and I have to tell you; Samsmom Rocks.
Samsmom with a catheter in one hand, a keto- approved tube feed in another, operating on 2 hours and 13 minutes of sleep is a force to be reckoned with.
Samsmom is a badass.
Samsmom is now in the San Fran airport with a glass of Sav Blanc and a salad.
Nothing needs to be cath’d, or tube fed.
And I watch the planes.
Eight years later.
I’m not sure what this change means but I know I needed to write in a space that now feels like mine. Don’t get me wrong, this child that came into my life twelve years ago will always be my muse. She will always push me to be more, step beyond my comfort……explore and I will always be, until my dying day, Samsmom.
I just now have more options in customizing my wallpaper 🙂 And all of the old blog will slowly be archived here.
More from me soon.