Well, I'm back home. I have a whole 10 hours before I'm due back at work. Oh well, back to my real life.

Why do people have such large families? It makes things so complicated. I grew up with two parents, two kids. Simple, right? Yes, it eventually grew to four parents, but not until I was an adult and did not have to deal with the daily mess. My husband comes from a family of 4 parents, 9 kids. And now most of the kids are in long term relationships, and a few having their own kids. It's chaos I tell you, chaos.

On a very positive note, I think I've finally managed to dislodge five years of writers block. I started a short story in Florida, have written six pages so far, and have many more ideas for it. Excitement.

Not much else going on. Goodnight.