With love, Mrs. Dub

So this is it.

As you may have sensed, I've grown weary of blogging. It's not you; it's me. After three long years of being Mrs. Dub, I'm ready to move on to a different medium. I'm hoping to use the time I spent blogging on other writing projects and/or professional thumb wrestling.

I've been overwhelmed, touched, inspired and supported by all of you. I am truly humbled that any of you, particularly strangers, have wanted to read my nonsensical ramblings. Thanks for all your comments, emails and packages. The latter two are still encouraged.

I don't know if this is goodbye forever; I'm too fickle to commit to that. But I do need a break and it could be a long one. I already contribute to a private family blog and may consider creating a private one for friends with photos and occasional updates. We'll see. I just know that it's not that fun for me any more, and that's all that matters.

I've found a lot of joy and creative release from blogging. It helped me through some hard times, improved my writing and allowed me to chronicle my motherhood experience. But I'd be lying if it's all positive. I have an increasing feeling that there is too much noise on the Internet, and I've made the decision to be one less sound. There are scores of wittier writers out there, and I'd rather see you spend your time there. Better yet, I'd like to see us outside or on the floor with our kids.

Good luck to all of you with your lives and endeavors. I'll be checking your blogs on occasion, though I'm hoping to distance myself from my computer in general in the coming year. Time to work on my shorthand.

Merry Christmas, Happy Easter and good luck with that one thing!



p.s. I'm 10 weeks pregnant. Maybe it's the hormones?

p.p.s. No, you can't talk me out of it.