Dear in the Headlights

I have conversations with myself.  Frequently.  I would blame it on being at home with a toddler but let's face it, I have had an internal (and sometimes external) monologue/dialogue going on for years.  It probably dates back to being a lonely, shy, dreamy child who longed for a kindred spirit.  While having one of these self-convos about how everyone tells me I should write a book, mostly because they enjoy stories of the hilarious hijinks of my six children,  I had the same revelation that it appears millions of other people have had- I should write a blog!  At least then  I could keep people up on the 6-pack (My older children do not appreciate this nickname.)  So here it is.  Welcome.  Move the mess from  a chair and take a load off.

I know that someone will want to know what "Dear in the Headlights" is all about.  As I sat to write something, I became paralyzed, as I do sometimes, with all of the options and with all of the fabulously pithy blog names of friends of mine or bloggers I admire:  "I Have to Sit Down", "Herding Cats", "The Lactating Catholic" to name a few.  I felt like a deer in the headlights.   I feel that way a lot.  My family freezes up the same way at times.  My dear, sweet family.  Hence, the name.