I know it's hard to think, let alone write, in the midst of napless children and sticky tabletops. I'm not even sure why I try, especially when it feels like I have nothing to say. I don't write out of expertise, or completion, or even inspiration. I don't have many "thoughts" about life and home these days, as the subtitle of this blog suggests - I'm too busy living life in this home to think much about it! And maybe that's ok.