As my favorite writing professor once told me, skip the intro stuff - (as in "I'm starting this blog to blahblahblah . . .") and just jump in with both feet. Give the reader credit for being able to catch on.
So let's begin. My kids, "Raggedy Ann" (3) and "Andy" (just turned 1) are sick. Not doctor sick, but sniffly, congested, sneezing and snoring sick. Which makes a tired RaggedyMom (me), and enough laundry to fill a cruise ship. I'm not sure why having bad colds has produced this much laundry. Let's just say it's a good thing I gave up the dishwasher space in my little kitchen for a washing machine, and found a way to stick a dryer in one of the bedrooms, because otherwise I'd be really, really overwhelmed right now.
On the bright side, Ann cheered me up when she asked where we got a CD of gratingly annoying yet mesmerizing Barney music and I told her I thought it was from Babies R Us. Ann said, "Maybe you mean CDs R Us, Mommy." Gotta love her.