To the average reader, my blog posts may appear to be effortless.  It may seem as though they simply spring from my pen…er, my keyboard…with no real work on my part.  That could not be farther from the truth. 

In actuality, it takes me a few days to fully flesh out a blog (well, there are a few I did more quickly, but they are not my best work).  I carry a mini-recorder with me everywhere I go so that I can easily record random thoughts before they are lost.  It is either record my thought process or careen into the car in front of me while I juggle pen and paper…so I figure the odd looks I get are well worth our safety. 

On most of those recordings, you can clearly hear Dom in the background, saying, “Mommy?  What are you saying?”  Every now and then, you will also hear me say, “Shhh…Mommy’s working.”  Then you will hear a huge giggle from Dom.  Yeah, it is work.  Fun work, but still work.

So, on to my point.  Dom ate my mini-recorder.  Okay, he probably didn’t actually eat it, but the end result is the same.  It is gone, and I have been looking for it for a week.  I feel naked, and all of my great blog thoughts have disappeared somewhere into toddler chaos.  Hence, this completely random post about my missing mini-recorder.  Enjoy.