My facebook status will not hold enough characters...

So, I was trying to post a status update on facebook. And, as usual, I wanted to write a novel...and it cut me off. Today-I'm not in the mood to be cut off, stopped short, or ignored. So, I reckon, today, I'll start a blog. Isn't that all a blog is for someone like me? Someone with nothing creative to say, nothing to say to a particular person, nothing book-worthy, it's just a place to ramble about my reckonings. Not the judgmental kind of "reckon"- the southern, "Well, I reckon". That's all this is.
Here's what I wanted to put on my status: I know you are interested...
A morning in the life of a mother of two boys:
7am: I am not complaining about that time! Wake up to B crawling into my bed and asking me where BawBaw and Gamaw are. "At their house...are you still sleepy?" A tired momma can hope.
8am: Boys are fed and have been caught and dressed for the gym. I realize their finger nails are long enough to inflict harm ( accidental or intentional). I get the clippers and trim their "zinger" nails (as B would say). I then realize how filthy my children are. Must have played hard at the park last night with BawBaw and Gamaw.
8:30am: Boys are bathed, lotioned, dressed (again) and strapped in a car seat. We're on our way to the 9 am class at the gym that is 45 mins away.
Side note: I always swore I wouldn't be one of those parents who could NEVER make it somewhere on time bc they had kids. Never say...
 9:15am: Starting my 2 hour work out.
10:15am: Noah is screaming at gym nursery door. His eyes are puffy, his shrieks are attracting other mother's radar, he's looking right at me. We pack up and leave early.
10:45am: We crash a friend's house and let the kids play while we have some adult talk. She generously feeds my children "unch" (B again), lets them wreck her house, and I feel a little saner. I say I'll bring food next time, chase the boys down and strap them in the car again.
12:30pm: Drive home. Call the husband-who, bless his heart, is so busy he doesn't have a minute to hear about how my workout got cut short, or how N has crashed in the backseat bc he played like such a big, sweet boy at said friend's house, or how B was driven around in a pink Cadillac in friend's backyard by friend's gorgeous daughter ( He was in heaven and had no idea he was covered in orange Popsicle).
1pm: Get home. Bring boys in. Lay them down for naps.Make my meal replacement shake. Sit down and start a blog.
Today's Reckoning: I reckon I started this blog to feel like I've shared my day with someone. It gets lonely staying at home with the boys. Any stay at home mom knows that. And having recently been needed up at the shop part-time-I know there's no where else I'd rather be than with my boys. But that doesn't make it an easier job. Just more fulfilling. So, even if no one reads this-I can feel like I've been heard and that I may still be a little bit interesting. And I didn't have to call anyone who is trying to work for a living and ramble when they have things to do. And it's a plus to have some kind of record of my time with the boys when they are growing up. We're having a blast and trying to get things done at the same time. It's a fun and tiring task.
Okay, I feel better. Time to shower and clean something before round 2. Ding Ding.