It's not even 6pm yet.

So, I have made the choice to go back to college & obtain my degree in Radiography. I have been on the phone with Financial Aid and my advisors for the past two hours. Dylan is napping and Jason is cooking dinner and I have a free minute to myself.

Naturally I gravitated towards here to check my Facebook & emails, among other things. I found myself wanting to start another blog.

I can't remember my other login information for my old blogs so I figured I would start a new one.

A fresh new blog talking about anything & everything.

If given the opportunity, I can talk about pretty much anything. I love talking and writing. It's therapeutic to me, and as Dylan is getting older it's nice to know that I'm not the only parent who's child colored all over the walls.

Which brings me to the reason why I started this blog, I remember it like it was yesterday, probably because it was. Dylan was in the office with his father and I was in the kitchen doing dishes. I heard scuffling in the hallway and I noticed Dylan somehow made his way there, what I did not know was that he had a crayon in his hand. I proceeded to walk towards him and than suddenly I saw him quickly move his hand across the wall. I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't see what he was doing. Upon my arrival in the hallway I noticed red lines all over the walls. I wasn't mad at all , I thought it was very cute until I tried scrubbing it off lol Needless to say the walls didn't come clean with just bleach and a rag. Thank you Mr. Clean for magic erasers. They are so handy for things like that. I don't even know where he got the crayon from, I put them in the top shelf of his closet and he is only 16 months so he couldn't of reached them.

Still, it was cute that he decided to color a picture on the wall but that will be his only picture he colors on the wall, and if not, there is always more magic erasers.