I do have a life...I thought

Several weeks ago, I noticed that the majority of my posts are about my children and the annoying or funny things they do. I decided to write about my life outside of my children. I was going to take a picture of a blanket I finished a few months ago, (one that took two years to finish), and a scan of a cross-stitch I'm doing for Meagan. It matches one I did for Bethany years ago with her name, birthdate and statistics on it. However, I never took the picture of the blanket, and the cross-stitch only has a few small patches of white done on it (and this after a couple of sessions of conference), and I never even finished writing the post. I've come to the conclusion that I just need to concede defeat and admit that I do not, in fact, have a life. At this point in time, my life is my children. Any spare time I might have goes to housework or church stuff, with a little bit of computer time thrown in there. Unless I hire a nanny, I just have to deal with the fact that my time is not my own right now.