I might tell you...

If I were to post something today, I might tell you that one year ago yesterday was my first blog post.

I might tell you that I am having a rough time adjusting back to a normal schedule. 

I might tell you that my kids both have a yucky cough and are on steroids.

I might tell you that the steroid has made both of them wire-y. 

I might tell you that neither napped yesterday.

I might tell you that my mom is coming to visit this weekend and I am really excited to see her.

I might tell you that I am looking forward to hanging out with our friends while we watch the Superbowl.

I might tell you that I am also really excited about making food for the Superbowl, even though I don't know what I will make.

I might ask you for suggestions on what to make.

I might tell you that I feel a little overwhelmed by the amount of housework I have to do and all the things I need to get caught up on.

I might tell you that I need a hair cut something terrible.

I might also tell you that I cannot decide whether to grow my hair out or cut it off again.

I might tell you that Noah is in three weddings in the next two months.

I might tell you that I am considering buying my little man a tuxedo rather than renting one over and over and over again.

I might tell you that I want the henna to come off of my hand and arm.  

I might also tell you that Brad's grandpa is in the hospital and it was really hard for me to see him there.

I might also tell you that Noah and I have had several conversations in the last two days about why it is polite to keep our 'business' in our pants and keep our pants pulled up at all times. 

I might tell you that my body does not handle carbonation well.

I might tell you that I did not have that many carbonated beverages in India, but none the less, I am on a cranberry juice diet right now. 

I might tell you that I pouted today when Brad did not bring me the Starbucks I was hoping for this morning.

I might remind you that I have been out of the country for twelve days, missing my husband terribly.

I might also add that the country I visited has nothing by our standards, including no Starbucks. And that many of the inhabitants live on monthly wages less than the cost of one latte.

I might tell you that I was more than disappointed in myself for feeling the need to pout about not getting my morning coffee. 

But, this is just if I were to post something today.